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“Ah, yes. At some point, you’ll need to tell me how you know my friend. And please don’t call me sir or Mr. Dmitriyev. While I’m older than you are, I refuse to feel as ancient as my father. Plus, he’s not a very nice man. My name is Vissarian.”
While everything about his demeanor screamed of superiority, his touch of playfulness caught me off guard. Yet I certainly couldn’t trust him. My instinct was on high alert. I’d once asked Jeffrey about his well-paying private client and he’d refused to tell me anything. Now I wished I’d pressed. Vissarian reeked of money, but more than that, he had an aura of danger.
“Why, yes, sir.” The words slipped past my mouth, which I was certain would annoy him, but his face lit up instead.
“I can see I just might have a force to be reckoned with. That should help make this trip easier to stomach.”
The line moved quickly. After I’d gone through with no issues, shoving my passport back into my suitcase, I noticed he was having a conversation with security. What was that about?
Vissarian kept a smile on his face, not arguing with the two men who were conversing with him. I finally understood what they were doing. He had something in his bag that had appeared on the scanners. If I had to guess, I’d say a weapon.
A few seconds later, he was allowed to pass. After adjusting his jacket and with a twinkle in his eyes, he slowly walked toward me. With his hand on the small of my back, he guided me up through the small airport.
Everything about his actions screamed of possessiveness. I wasn’t certain how I felt about that. We spent maybe three minutes at the rental kiosk and he had keys in his hand, the man behind the desk grinning as he darted his eyes back and forth between us.
“Welcome to Saba Island, Mr. Dmitriyev. I hope you and your wife will find your stay enjoyable.”
“Oh, I’m not…”
Vissarian gave me a look, commanding and soulful. “I’m certain we will. Let’s go, beauty.”
He’d strolled through the space as if he owned the place, more confident than any man I’d met, including Jeffrey who I’d more than once called an arrogant ass.
Once outside, I shook my head. “Why did you allow that man to believe we were together?”
“Why not? We’re in a tropical location and you’re a beautiful woman.”
“Translation. You hope the word will get around that you’re off limits.”
He burst into laughter. “Very intuitive, Ms. Zimmerman.”
“Fallon.”
The look he gave me was far too seductive. “Fallon. Perfect.”
“Why perfect?”
“Do you know what your name means, Fallon?”
He’d turned to face me as he’d done before, but this time, his closeness felt even more personal. There was a softness to his words, every syllable extremely seductive. The light breeze was trying to unravel the bun I’d haphazardly pinned much like it seemed he was trying to do with his deep voice and penetrating eyes. If he thought I was that easy, he had another think coming.
“I must admit I do not.”
I’d be damned if he didn’t inch even closer, taking the time to slide the same strand of hair I’d been tugging at behind my ear. The closeness was electrifying.
“It means leadership, superiority, and being the descendant of a ruler. All evocative qualities. I’ll enjoy getting to know you. Perhaps we’ll share a drink later.”
When he backed away, I was left with an intense ache that I didn’t want and certainly didn’t need.
Yet I had a feeling as with everything else about the man, he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
CHAPTER 6
Fallon
Vissarian’s rentalcar was a sports car of a make and model I didn’t know. After he’d unlocked the doors, tossing the luggage into the trunk, he took the time to remove his tie, shoving it into the pocket of his jacket.
I tried not to stare, but it had been a long time since I’d enjoyed watching a man undress. He unbuttoned his charcoal shirt, even taking the time to unfasten his sleeves, rolling them up past his elbows.
