Not Just The Boss's Plaything (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
The shock of it—the force and clamor that was Nikolai—hit her as hard as it had at the club. As it had outside the office building that night. Making her feel restless in her own skin. Electric. Furious, she told herself sternly. He saw her instantly and smiled, that tug in the corner of his hard mouth that made her insides turn to water no matter how much she wished it didn’t. No matter how much she wanted to be immune to it. To him. Because whatever she was, whatever this thing was that made her so aware of him, she certainly wasn’t immune. And Nikolai knew it. He moved like water, smooth and inexorable. He seemed bigger than he actually was, as if he was so powerful he couldn’t be contained and so expanded to fit—and to effortlessly dominate—any and all available space. Even an ordinary stairwell. Today he wore another absurdly well-fitting suit in his usual black, this one a rapturous love letter to his lean, muscled, dangerous form.
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