‘It’s not your colour.’ ‘It’s stunning,’ Lavinia begged—because the dress was heavenly, and more importantly they had not a moment to spare. But Katina would not budge. ‘You represent Kolovsky. You’re dining with a king. I choose.’ Katina pulled down the zipper and Lavinia wriggled out. Katina bundled up the peach dress with a warning to Lavinia to do her make-up as she left her standing in her panties and bra. ‘You’re running very late.’ She would have put on her war paint—except her make-up bag was at her desk. Had it been Aleksi, or even Levander, she’d have just padded out there—not caring if they were there or not. She’d even have answered the phone had it been ringing. The brothers were so used to it they wouldn’t notice. But Zakahr came from the staid world of finance. With Zakahr—Lavinia swallowed—it was different. Very different indeed. ‘Would you mind fetching me my bag?’ She settled for popping her head around the door and calling out to him.
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