Page 248 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

Sergei raised a brow. “Dancing, of course.”

Fredericka was torn between laughing out loud and rolling her eyes. This was dancing? The music was a fusion of techno and house, fast and upbeat, and he called this slow, almost intimate sway of their bodiesdancing?

He suddenly pulled her closer, and Fredericka’s breath caught as she felt his hardness against her belly.

Oh. God.

He was so rigidly aroused, she thought, her throat drying. Did he know she was aware that he had an erection? She slowly, nervously looked up at him., and when their gazes met, the billionaire smiled at her, a devastating sight that had her body tightening with need.

“People here need to be reminded that you’re not just anybody,” Sergei murmured.

Oh, the arrogance.And yet Fredericka also knew he was merely stating a fact, and the way he was so unabashedly unapologetic about his power just made him even more attractive.

Her breasts started to feel heavy, and her folds started to become creamy with moisture.

Oh no.

She was becoming aroused, too, and if she didn’t do something quick, Sergei would realize this as well.

Fredericka pushed the billionaire away, mumbling, “I n-need to go to the powder room.”

The billionaire’s hold on her slowly loosened. “Shall I accompany you—-”

“No!” The shrillness of her tone made Fredericka mentally wince, realizing that she was giving herself away even more. “I mean, it’s okay, I’ll be back—-” She felt a sneeze coming, and stopped talking.

Sergei frowned when Fredericka suddenly sneezed. “Are you alright?”

“I had a slight temperature last night, but it’s nothing serious.”

“You’re certain?”

Fredericka temporarily forgot her discomfort as Sergei’s zealous concern filled her with amusement. “A fever’s not going to kill me, Sergei.”

Even as a flushed expression fell over his face, the billionaire countered, “It isn’t something to take lightly either.”

Her smile widened into a grin. “Stop being fussy. You’re younger than me—-” As always, the reminder of their age difference had the billionaire scowling, but she ignored this, saying, “So lighten up, will you?”

Ignoring her words, the billionaire asked instead, “Do you still need to go to the powder room or not?” He took a step closer towards her. “Because if you don’t, then we can just go back to dancing—-”

She hurriedly moved back before he could reach her, stammering, “I still need to go.” More than ever now, since his words had practically set her body on fire.

Sergei checked his watch. “Perhaps we can meet in my room instead?”

“Sure.” At this point, Fredericka would have agreed to anything, so desperate was she to leave his presence before the billionaire figured outwhatwas wrong with her. He gave her his room number, and she nodded, mumbling, “Got it.” And then she spun around and walked away as fast as she could, not allowing herself to look back.

The story of her life,she thought, torn between laughing and crying.

Sergei Grachyov had become an obsession, and these days she only had to see him and she would want him so, so bad.

Chapter Eleven

FREDERICKA JOINED HIMin his suite ten minutes later, and he welcomed her inside with a slight smile. After closing the door, he followed her in the en-suite living room. She had changed before coming here, swapping her summer dress for a lace shirt tucked in a pair of high-waist shorts. She had also let her silky red curls loose, and the sight of it made him want to drive his fingers through her hair, made him imagine pulling her head back as he devoured her mouth.

“Sergei?”

The wide-eyed look on Fredericka’s face made him realize he had been staring at her, and Sergei willed himself back into control. “What do you want to drink?” She smiled at him, and the sight was irresistible and adorable, enough to have a brief smile tug at his lips as he asked, “Coffee, I take it?”

“As always.” Her gaze drifted to the espresso machine behind him. “Shall I make it for us?”

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