Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Once she’s done, she hesitates for a moment before meeting my gaze and holding it for a little longer this time. “I can fix the fit too. If that’s okay with you. I won’t take long.”
Interesting.
“You noticed?” When her cheeks begin to turn pink, a smile tugs at my mouth, and I relax back in the chair. “I don’t mind at all. There’s no rush.”
She stares at me for a second before turning the jacket inside out. I love how her fingers move over the fabric as she checks something near the collar. I have no idea what she does after that because I’m too busy eye-fucking every voluptuous inch of her body.
A few strands of hair fall into her face as she leans forward, but she tucks them behind her ear, and I find the way she moves damn-near hypnotic.
She seems to enjoy what she’s doing, which is a rare thing. Most people hate their jobs.
Once again, I take in the full swell of her breasts, and knowing they’ll be more than a handful makes my cock harden fucking fast. Leaning forward, I rest my forearms on my thighs to hide my hard-on and tell myself to stop eye-fucking her before she notices.
Iisus Khristos, she’s fucking beautiful.
Too soon, Anastasia cuts the loose threads and inspects her work while she gets up from the chair. When she brings the jacket over, I have to suppress the urge to rip the damn thing apart so she’ll have more to fix.
Her eyes only touch on mine for a second as she asks, “Can you try it on?”
Climbing to my feet, I tower over her even though she’s not as short as most women, the top of her head reaching to my upper chest.
After I slide my arms into the sleeves, she moves around me, and when her hands brush over my shoulders as she checks the fit, a shiver runs through me from how fucking good it feels to be touched by her.
“It’s not perfect, but it should feel more comfortable,” she murmurs, picking a piece of lint off my bicep.
My tone is on the rougher side from the intense attraction I feel toward her. “Thank you.”
A smile curves her full lips, stunning me once more. “I’m glad I could help.”
I can’t stop staring at her, and when her eyes meet mine again, I capture them and refuse to let go. Sexual tension explodes between us, and I swear it makes the air tremble.
The other people cheer, ripping us out of the moment, and I glance at the door. “You probably want to join your co-workers.”
Anastasia shakes her head. “I still have some work to do.”
Unable to make myself leave, I ask, “I love the smell and how peaceful it feels in here. Would you mind if I stayed?”
Surprise flashes over her face, her eyes widening. “You want to sit here? In my workshop? Didn’t Sofia invite you backstage?”
“She did, but I’m not interested in her.” Not wanting to miss any chance I might have with Anastasia, I don’t beat around the bush and admit, “I would much rather spend time with you.”
She blinks as if I just told her pigs fly, then her lips part, and she sounds a little breathless as she replies, “Oh. Ah… sure.” Looking frazzled, she walks toward the costumes but then stops and asks, “Can I get you anything to drink or eat?” She gestures at the door. “From the party.”
“I’ll have whatever you’re having.” I sit down again, my gaze following the woman I intend to get to know a hell of a lot better as she rushes out of the room.
Shrugging off the jacket again, I rest it over the back of the chair before pulling my phone out and sending Andrei another text.
Rodian: I won’t be out anytime soon. I met a woman and will stay as long as she lets me.
Andrei: I’m leaving to get food. Sergei will be stationed outside.
Yeah, I’m definitely not letting this chance slip through my fingers. I still have a week in London, and with a little luck I’ll be able to get Anastasia to go on a few dates with me.
CHAPTER 3
Anastasia
I stop at the end of the hallway and glance back, stunned out of my mind that the attractive man from the audience would rather spend time with me than Sofia.
When Oliver brought him to my workshop, I did a double take, completely caught by surprise.
It doesn’t help that he’s even hotter up close. I’ve never felt so tongue-tied and drawn to a man in all my life. My fingers still tingle from when I got to touch him.
And God, does he smell good.
I couldn’t inhale enough of his rich, woody scent layered with spice, rugged masculinity, and a hint of danger.
Placing my hand over my stomach that’s doing cartwheel after cartwheel, I suck in a deep breath.