“Your home is beautiful. So is your land.” Sloan removes his sunglasses and settles on one of the sofas in my office, the Marinovs joining him.
“Thank you. Shall we get down to business?”
He runs his fingers over his goatee, slowly nodding.
“Konstantin has given me all the details, but I’m a careful man, you see, so I wanted to meet you and your family face-to-face. Just so I know who I’m dealing with.”
“We understand.” I purposely make myself seem casual as he studies me.
The man looks to be in his fifties, maybe late forties. And though he doesn’t appear to be familiar, there’s something about him that isn’t settling right with me, and I can’t figure out why.
A sudden knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. Who the hell could be bothering me during the damn meeting?
“Come in.”
When the door opens, all eyes land on my gorgeous wife.
And I instantly want to tear each one from their sockets.
I grind my teeth as my gaze takes her in. She’s in one of those see-through bikini cover-ups, and I don’t miss the way every damn man shifts when their attention falls to her body.
A flush rises up my neck, fingers curling. It probably wouldn’t be smart going on a killing spree right now, but it sounds fucking tempting.
“What can I do for you?” Didn’t mean to sound homicidal, but fuck, do I wanna punish her for walking into my meeting barely dressed.
“Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry to bother you. I can come back.” She looks embarrassed, and I’m feeling bad about it.
“It’s alright.” My voice softens. “Is something wrong?”
Concern gnaws at me. Why else would she interrupt my meeting?
“No. Just…uh, needed to tell you something.” She clears her throat and shyly looks at the men. “Hello there.”
“Is this your wife?” Konstantin rises.
“I am the wife,” she says, popping a brow. “And I can answer for myself.”
He lets out a short laugh. “Ah, I can see he picked a good one.”
He approaches, taking her hand in his and kissing the top of it. She politely removes it from his grasp when she notices my white-knuckled fist on my desk.
Can just imagine what my face looks like. But I don’t want another man’s lips on my wife, especially when she’s barely wearing any clothes.
I swear, if Konstantin doesn’t sit back down, I won’t be able to stop myself from killing him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Quinn. I’m Konstantin. I hope it’s not the last time we are in each other’s company.”
“I’m sure it won’t be.”
Fionn drops a palm to my shoulder. Didn’t even notice him getting up, my attention zeroed in on Elara, her ass and chest almost all out in the black one-piece swimsuit she’s wearing.
Shit, wanna lay her on my desk, slide the swimsuit to the side and fuck her senseless.
Sloan looks her up and down. “You look familiar.”
Her demeanor instantly shifts, her eyes assessing him. She throws on a fabricated smile, one I know too well.
“Sorry, don’t think we’ve met before.” Her eyes lock to mine. “Anyway, sweetheart…” She moves toward my desk, my cock growing harder the closer she gets. “I just wanted you to know, I made that donation to the charity we talked about the other day.”