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Geez, I must look awful!

Not to mention the fact that I badly needed to blow my nose. Sniffing loudly really wasn’t sexy at all.

And I hadn’t even thanked Miki for saving me. He must think I’m an ungrateful bitch!

“Thank you,” I whispered, looking up at him.

“No need to thank me, baby. I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he replied, and I believed him.

My sexy Russian leaned down and kissed me gently. This wasn’t the usual devouring of my mouth. This was slow and sensual, and it made my toes curl and my core wet.

Oh, my!

If I thought I was in danger of falling for this guy before, now I knew it was too late. I’d been a fool to think this thing between us could ever be just sex. This went way beyond anything I’d ever felt before. That thought should worry me. But it didn’t.

We were worlds apart, and I really didn’t know how we could bridge that gap, or if it was even possible, but I refused to let that bother me right now.

I’d nearly died in that fire tonight, and so I planned on living for the moment. The future could take care of itself. What would be, would be! For now, I was going to take my earlier advice and enjoy every moment I could with this man.

Reaching up, I stroked his cheek. Miki closed his eyes, leaned into my hand, and sighed. My heart clenched at the look of peace that settled on his face at my touch.

God, he was beautiful!

What Miki had been doing at my home tonight, I didn’t know. I’d have to ask him about that later, but regardless of the reason, I was grateful he’d been there.

My Mr Sexy Lips had saved my life, and I would never forget that.

A short while later, I was dry and modelling one of the very stylish bottom, revealing hospital gowns that patients just loved to wear.

Luckily, apart from some smoke inhalation and the lump on my head, I was otherwise unscathed.

The doctor insisted I be admitted for observation in case of a concussion and, having nowhere else to go, I reluctantly agreed.

I’d need to sort out somewhere to stay and so many other things, but I’d deal with it when my head wasn’t bloody splitting.

Miki had been checked over too, but was fine. Sitting on top of the hospital bed, I watched him pacing the floor as he spoke rapidly into his phone. His Russian voice, harsh but sexy, made me shiver in delight.

Mr Sexy Lips was used to being the boss. Anyone observing him like this couldn’t fail to see that. He was powerful, handsome, strong, and sensual, and I longed to jump his bones.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have the strength.

CHAPTER 22

MIKI

THE SAME MORNING – HER BOYFRIEND

After I hung up on Marko, I turned to see Eilidh sitting staring at me.

“How are you doing, Little Miss Red?” I asked as I leaned over and kissed her forehead.

She smiled and chuckled.

“Like I’ve been hit over the back of the head and dragged from a burning building.”

My heart clenched at her words, but at least she was attempting to joke about things now and wasn’t sobbing her heart out like she had done earlier.

Luckily, she only had minor smoke inhalation and although she coughed quite a bit after I’d pulled her out of the fire and she’d woken up, it didn’t seem to be an issue for her now.

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