Page 34 of Roman Petrov

“Go away, Roman.” Her voice calls through the thick wood of the door.

“I have a request of my wife. Come out to dinner with me tonight? Wear your favorite outfit that you designed, please.” I can’t hear anything.

“Why should I?” She has a petulant sound to her question.

Enough I have the urge to spank it out of her.

“I want to show the world my beautiful bride at least during our marriage. Then, I promise we will get the papers signed.” It’s the last thing I want to do, now that I’ve had a taste of her.

She’s been asking ever since the night I made her mine in the club.

The last thing I want is to let her go. But, strangely, I have this drive within me to do anything to make her happy, even if it’s letting her leave.

I don’t know what she’s done to me. It isn’t like me to put anyone else’s desires over my own.

This must have been the wrong idea.

She hasn’t answered. I guess she’s already signed me off.

It’s crazy, but the other night, I really felt like there was something between us.

Should I have killed that guy? Yep. He touched what’s mine.

In hindsight, I shouldn’t have let her see.

But, proving the point was half the reason I did.

I’m nearly out of the hall when I hear her door open.

“Okay, what time?” Her blond hair is in a messy bun on the top of her head with tendrils fanning around her face.

My fingers tingle with the urge to tangle them in her locks and pull her to me.

“Seven tonight.” A knot forms in my belly as a giddy feeling spreads through my limbs.

One more chance.

Specter isan elite VIP club at the pinnacle of Vegas. The ride up in the external glass elevators gives a breathtaking view of the lights of the city.

But, I only have eyes for Nadia. Her stunning beauty is showcased in a soft lavender dress that shimmers in opalescence every time she moves.

The low cut in the front is both revealing and discreet. It makes me want to throw my jacket around her, but proudly strut with her on my arm. It’s hard to concentrate with her so close. Her heat radiates through my clothes and burns into my sides as she hugs herself tightly to me when the maitre d approaches.

“Right this way, Mr. Petrov.” He bows slightly, extending his arm in a broad gesture to the thinly spaced tables.

Powerful people dine here, and pay handsomely for the luxury of privacy. And, I bought the best seat in the house tonight.

“Is that… Is that Elizabeth Devonson?” Nadia whispers as her hand wraps within my elbow.

“Who?” Leaning closer, I silently beg her lips to draw nearer to my ear.

Her warm breath tickles over my skin as she repeats herself.

“Why is she important?” I know exactly who she is.

She cost me a small fortune to make an appearance tonight.

“She’s, well, um.” Nadia’s cheeks flood with pink when her eyes land on Elizabeth chatting quietly with a friend. “She’s the most famous designer in Paris right now. Her style with silk and chiffon has set the world onfire!” Nadia turns, her eyes wide with excitement clinging to me.

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