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Nikolai
I sit at the small round table in my office, and Chloe sits across from me, regarding me with those pretty, wary brown eyes. Her hands twist together on the table as she waits for me to initiate the conversation, and I let the moment stretch on, enjoying her nervousness. Lying next to her on Slava’s tiny bed had been torture; if not for my son, I wouldn’t have been able to control myself. As is, I’m still hard from being next to her, feeling her warmth and breathing in her crisp, sweet scent. It takes everything I have not to reach over and grab her right here and now, spreading her out on this very table.
With effort, I rein myself in. It’s too soon, especially since I’m leaving in a half hour and won’t be back for several days. A quick f**k isn’t what I’m after. It won’t be
