The Imposter

Chapter Three

I broke away from that fantasy kiss. When I pressed against Nikolai’s chest, his muscles contracted under my touch. My thirsty fingers opted to grip at his tight pecs, and I was going to plunge straight back into the dream— Ben cleared his throat.

I dropped my hands and shimmied around Nikolai, trying to regain my breath.

The Russian refused to let go, twisting to drag my back into his front so we both faced Ben. I reddened again as I felt Nikolai’s c**k between us.

He put his arms around me possessively. “Benjamin, how did you manage to conceal such a stunning woman from me?”

Ben must be thinking: But I placed our finest and brightest at your feet. With my small pocketbook in his hands, he remarked, “I had no idea you would hit it off . . . with her.” Obviously. He’d been so astonished to see us kissing, he’d uttered my family moniker in front of a gull.

Nikolai uttered a sound of astonishment. “How could I not?”

I made a mental point to ask my cousin how arrogant I appeared at this time.

“Maxim is looking for you,” Ben stated. “They’re about to start the toasts.”

Nikolai dragged me even closer. “We will be down soon.”

“Actually”—I shifted in his arms to stare up at him—“can I meet you downstairs? I need to speak to Ben about something.”

Nikolai looked at my cousin. He shuttered his response, but I read faces like an expert, even tiny ones. And right now, Nikolai’s was micro-irritated. “Before I go . . .” He reached into his shirt pocket and gave me his small phone. “I would like you to call me.”

I received the high-tech device, and in a playful manner, I said, "Hmm. Maybe I shouldn't share my number with you." But truth be told, I'm excited for him to have my number.

“I will simply hound Benjamin for it. Maxim spent fifteen thousand dollars for Elena’s; do you think I’ll do less?” He gazed down at me. He was using the thrall on me!

But again, I did want to comply. In a manner, he was contributing in his own conning. As I phoned myself, he strolled to a neighboring table and got his jacket. With his back to us, he drew it on and latched a button.

Because he was still hard?