Her Russian Beast: 50 Loving States, New Mexico by Theodora Taylor

Author:Theodora Taylor [Taylor, Theodora]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Rom Tell That
Published: 2015-12-18T05:00:00+00:00

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“WHAT do you mean I can’t go home?” Sam demanded, her teeth chattering. She was standing underneath a covered carport, which extended out from the brick Colonial mansion on white column legs. The structure, like the rest of the house, was extremely stately, but it did nothing to protect her from the cold night wind, thrashing against her bare arms with no mercy whatsoever.

“I’m sorry, miss,” the middle aged valet with the handlebar mustache and a nametag that said “Jose” answered. His expression became apologetic as he took in her shivering form. “We were told to keep you here for a bit when you came for your car. But why don’t you go wait back inside? I’m sure he didn’t know you’d be without a coat.”

“Who didn’t know?” Sam demanded, even though she was already beginning to suspect, even before the hockey player emerged from the house, closing its crimson red door behind him before once again coming to stand in front of her, large and imposing. It was like getting rolled up on by a tank.

“Mr. Rustanov,” Jose said. “She doesn’t have a coat. Can I go get her car?”

“Da, I will talk with her while we wait,” the hockey player answered, like he was doing her and Jose a favor by only holding her up a little bit, when he never should have given the order in the first place.

“Exactly who the h-heck do you t-think you are?” she demanded after Jose had gone. Her words would have sounded a lot more aggressive if her teeth weren’t chattering, she thought.

“Nikolai Rustanov,” he answered. “I already told you this. However, my assistant can’t find for sure who you are. Maybe you weren’t invited to my party? Maybe you, how Americans say, crashed?”

“No, I didn’t c-crash,” Sam answered, knowing it would be too complicated to explain that she came as the plus one of an Indiana football player who couldn’t attend, but used to be on the L.A. Sun’s with Josie’s husband and hadn’t minded letting her use his wife’s name to get into the event.

He regarded her shivering form with thinned lips.

“Where is your coat?” he asked, unbuttoning his tux jacket.

“I g-gave it away,” she answered.

“Why?” He took his jacket off and wrapped it around her shivering shoulders. “It is very cold.”

The large jacket was surprisingly heavy and even though she probably should have told him straight away that she didn’t need it, Sam found herself reflexively pulling its front panels across her chest like a blanket. It was just so warm, radiating heat like it’d just come off a furnace.

“How about you?” she asked him with a worried look.

He looked back at her, confused. “How about me, what?”

“Don’t you need your jacket? Like you said, it’s very cold outside.”

“Da, but I am Russian,” he answered, as if that explained everything about everything.

“Okay, well, maybe I should thank you for loaning me this jacket, but I would have been fine if you hadn’t made sure I had to wait here outside for my car.

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