The Tycoon's Virgin Bride - Part 1 (The Corskovi Dynasty) by Ann King Read Free Book Online

voice that sounded more like she’d just finished crying a river.
    When
she opened the door to let the waiter in, her heart leaped in her chest.
    “Andre!
What are you doing here?”

 

Chapter 11

 
    “Are
you going to let me in? Or do I need to feed you out here in the corridor?” A
wicked grin touched the corner of Andre’s delicious lips.
    Those
dark, seductive eyes of his captured her soul once more. Every time she saw
him, she was captivated by his aura, his confident presence and luring scent.
    But she
wasn’t about to cave in that easily. Not after all the crap he’d just put her
through at the ballroom, practically ignoring her after sticking up for her at
the chapel. Why was he so hot and cold—fire and ice in the flick of a
moment? Gosh, it was hard to figure out where she stood with him sometimes.
    She
moved aside so that Andre, in his expensive tux, could move the room service
dinner cart into her suite.
    “What
are you doing? Moonlighting as a waiter? I thought you didn’t need a second
job, what with your billions.”
    “Your
sense of humor kills me, Hannah,” he murmured as he closed the door behind him.
He reached over and grabbed the bottle of champagne from the cart and proceeded
to uncork it but stopped.
    “It
looks as if you’d beaten me to it,” he noted as his eyes caught the empty glass
of champagne on the coffee table next to a half empty bottle of champagne.
“Care to explain?”
    “Explain?”
Hannah huffed. “You’ve got some nerve, Mr. hot-and-cold.”
    Andre
raised a sexy brow as he gave her a blank expression.
    Unreadable
Andre.
    “I’m
listening,” Andre said in a low voice as he set the bottle of champagne down.
He stood erect with his hands shoved inside his pockets, his tux jacket opened revealing a crisp white shirt over taut muscles.
    Was the
room getting hot all of a sudden?
    It was
as if his royal hotness was creating a heat wave around Hannah. The memory of
his passionate love-making earlier burned a delicious
imprint on her body.
    Hannah
walked over to the window, wrapping her arms around her chest. She could see Andre’s
reflection, his tall frame in the window as she peered out over at the Vegas Strip
below. “I don’t get you, Andre. You left me. You left me alone at the ball. Why
did you do that?”
    “Do
what?”
    “Leave
me alone,” she scowled.
    “That’s
not the only thing that bothers you is it?”
    “No.
You went and danced with that…with Jessica. What was that about?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Nothing?”
    “Yes,
nothing.” He walked over by the window close enough to Hannah that the
irresistible scent of his sweet cologne wafted past her nostrils and caused a
reaction inside her. Heck, his closeness alone could cause her blood to pump
hard. What was it about Andre Corskovi and his effect on her?
    “Andre,
I know you’re not a man of many words but…” Hannah sighed. Was she going to get
anywhere with this? She was beginning to sound clingy. She hated that. If she
stepped away from the situation for a moment to think about it, Andre really
didn’t owe her a thing. It wasn’t as if they were a couple.
    Oh, fuck! After all they’d experienced
this morning. She’d never been intimate with anyone before. “I just think that
after defending me at the chapel, you wouldn’t ignore me at the party,” she
murmured, her voice low. She fought back tears as hard as she could.
    “Sorry.”
Andre’s voice was low and deep.
    “No.
I’m sorry, I just feel so vulnerable right now. Why
did you dance with Jessica?”
    “She
asked me too.”
    “So you
said yes?”
    “Yes.
Why wouldn’t I? Would you rather me tell her no, that you and I are a couple
and I’m off limits?”
    Hannah
paused. She shook her head and closed her eyes momentarily. “You’re right. It
would have looked a tad conspicuous.”
    “A
tad?” he said, grinning.
    Of
course, he had a point. But she was still pissed off at him for not being
around her at all during the