All the previous men I had to lure to their deaths were older and usually drunk.
‘Don’t lose your nerve!’ Boris snaps angrily.
As I stop by the table and Georgi stares at me, my mouth feels bone dry as I lick over my lips to wet them. When I try to say something, my breath catches in my throat. My heart pounds hard against my ribs, and for a moment I’m so flustered I forget everything. The plan, the lies, the men waiting outside.
“Hi,” I manage to croak.
Georgi tilts his head slightly to the right, then his eyes drift down my body before returning to my face. “Hi.”
One single word, his voice deep and rough, sends tingles rushing over my skin. My gut screams for me to get away. Not because I’m playing with fire by trying to seduce a capo, but because I’ve never felt the things he’s making me feel, and it scares me.
‘Nina!’ Boris roars so loudly in my ear that for a second I fear Georgi might have heard him. ‘I will fucking lock you in that basement, and you’ll watch as I beat Simona the way I beat your worthless mother!’
The threat instantly clears my mind, and forcing a seductive smile to my face, I move closer. Instead of taking the seat across from Georgi, I pull out the chair beside him and pivot it toward him. Sitting down, I rest my elbow on the table next to me, then slowly cross my legs, letting my foot brush against his calf before I meet his eyes. “I saw you from across the room and couldn’t resist joining you. I hope you don’t mind.”
I’m sorry. It’s either you or my daughter.
Georgi
I’ve taken many beautiful women to bed, but fuck, I’ve never laid eyes on anything quite as exquisite as the woman who just joined me.
Still stunned by her beauty and the way she’s coming on to me, I can’t stop myself from staring, my usual charm taking a minute to kick in.
Her dark brown hair falls in soft curls around her heart-shaped face and down her back. Smooth olive skin. Wide and soft brown eyes. A button nose. High cheekbones.
Christ, this woman is pure perfection.
My eyes lower, drinking in the sexy sight of her black dress that’s practically molded to her body. Her breasts. Her small waist.
Fuck, those legs. The fabric sits high on her thighs, and it makes my cock harden at the speed of light.
Only then do I pick up on the nervous energy coming off her, which is in total contrast to the way she’s acting.
Interesting.
I was planning only to have one drink while I checked my emails and messages, but now that this beauty is here, I’m game for whatever she has planned.
Because I don’t plan to leave the hotel, I told the guards to stay with Raya. I doubt someone will attack me in the bar, but if anyone is stupid enough, I can defend myself, and I’m armed.
Wanting to see what she’ll do, I smirk and lean back in my chair, resting my hands on my thighs. “I don’t mind at all.”
Ball’s in your court, sweetheart.
“What’s your name?” she asks, her eyes drifting down to my lap where the outline of my hard-on is visible, before darting back to my face.
There’s a flash of unease on her face, but it’s gone as quickly as it came.
“Georgi,” I answer, keeping my voice low. “What’s yours?”
“Nina.”
I feel her foot brush against my calf, and the smirk on my face grows. “Do you want to take this to a room?”
She lets out an uneasy chuckle. “You’re very confident.”
My eyes narrow on her. “You’re very nervous.”
“I’m not nervous.” She squares her shoulders, pushing out her perfect breasts.
