NIKOLAI
I left the apartment with my belt still half-buckled. I didn't know if I wanted to laugh, scream, or tear my hair out. The door closed behind me with a click so final, it sounded like a slap to the ego. A delicious slap, damn it, she was delicious.
I stood in front of that door for a few seconds, hands in my pockets, trying to remember when I lost control. I, Nikolai Foster, the man who could close multimillion-dollar deals without blinking, the guy who knew how to tame anyone with a look, the one women called, and begged for me to be in their bed. Now I was there, with a racing heart, heavy breathing, and a damn hard-on that wouldn't go away.
This was the worst punishment for a man. Damn it, that woman was born in hell, and now she is practicing her torture tactics on me.
Zoe
