Russian's Ruthless Demand by Michelle Conder

Author:Michelle Conder
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-05-01T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

HE WASN’T HER TYPE. The irritation that had sparked in him at those words still hadn’t waned. At the time Lukas had determined to forget all about the attraction he felt for her. All week he’d taken meetings out of the office and kept away from her but still he noticed her presence. Or more, felt her presence. Just as he also felt her absence. Like now. He didn’t need to go to her office to know it would be empty. It was the oddest sensation and one he couldn’t explain.

Nor could he explain how he’d nearly lost control with her last week. If she hadn’t stopped him he’d have taken her right there on her desk with the door unlocked and damn the consequences.

Frustration gnawed at his gut. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Or the way she made him feel. Somehow alive and more engaged in life than he had been in a long time. And she wanted him. Not that she would admit it.

Another bite of frustration clenched his stomach.Should he apologise to her for letting things get out of hand in her office last week? And would it make any difference? And what would he say? Can we start over? Invite her to dinner? No point in that. It wasn’t as if he was desperate. He could call up any number of women from here to Australia and have a beautiful woman in his bed moments later. Well, maybe hours later if she was from Australia, but dammit, where was she?

‘Where’s who?’

Lukas hadn’t heard Petra come up behind him and he scowled at her. ‘No one.’

‘Are you muttering about Eleanore?’

His PA had been regarding him strangely all week. The last thing he needed to do was set off her romantic radar over his conflicted emotions about Eleanore. She already gave him enough grief over his choice of women. ‘I don’t mutter,’ he said. ‘But where is she?’

The lift pinged behind him and his blood fired in his veins. Only it wasn’t Eleanore, it was Zoe, the staff member who had admired Eleanore’s shoes in the conference room.

‘Good afternoon, Petra. Mr Kuznetskov.’ She blushed prettily. ‘Eleanore said to leave these on your desk.’

‘Is she at the hotel?’

Zoe’s eyes widened and he told himself to tone it down. ‘No, Greg and some of the guys took her to a couple of bars,’ she informed him enthusiastically. Then she offered him the drawings in her hand. ‘You should see these. They’re the images Eleanore created of the arched walkway that links the hotel with the group of individual chalets the guests use as warm rooms. It makes the whole design interconnected like a smaller snowflake clinging to a larger one. It seems like an obvious thing to do in hindsight, but I never would have thought of it.’

Lukas frowned. They said a man’s IQ halved when he thought with his penis. His, it seemed, fell even more. ‘Bars? Which bars?’

* * *

‘Good to see you’ve got time to relax at a bar when there is only two weeks left until opening night.

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