The Ruthless Virgin Mistress ✔️ (completed)

Eight

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Claire was ushered into Nikolai's presence the very moment she arrived on the top floor of Smolov Industries building. It was fifteen minutes past eleven o'clock.
"You're late." Nikolai said with a sardonic bite.

"I'm here. Don't be pretty." Claire told him, lifting her chin in a direct challenge. "And I think you'll be pleased that I kept that other pressing appointment this morning. It was for your benefit."

Nikolai watched in silence as she brought up pictures of the property on her laptop. His ebony brows pleated in immediate recognition. "How did you find out?"

"That you admired the house? All thanks to Anastasia. She told me about it, suggested a price and discussed tactics. She was very helpful," Claire told him frankly.

Nikolai was hugely impressed by her honesty and her attitude. She knew how to network and she was willing to share the praise and rewards of a successful outcome.

"If you want the house, it's yours." Claire imparted. "You have an invitation to view it this afternoon if you like."

"Yes, I will, but I already know I want the house. I attended a party there once. It was held by the previous owner after he had carried out extensive renovations."

Claire ran through the house's many attributes from the number of bedrooms to the massive garaping space and the basement swimming pool.
"You've done spectacularly well," Nikolai delivered, closing his hands over Claire's and drawing her to him for emphasis. "I'm very pleased."

Claire connected with his gorgeous dark eyes and her tummy somersaulted as if she were on a big dipper ride. Breathing normally was suddenly a challenge. His high voltage sexuality engulfed her like a dangerous force field and memories assailed her. Only hours had passed since she had shared intimacies with Nikolai that she had never dreamt she would share with any man. Soft colour warmed her cheeks and heat curled low in her pelvis, making her legs tremble.

"You want me, lubimaya," Nikolai pronounced with satisfaction.

Glancing away, Claire took a measured step back from him. "Let's keep that aspect of our relationship out of the office," she urged tautly. "It makes me feel uncomfortable."

Nikolai frowned. "I don't like rules and regulations."
Claire forced a smile. "But there's a right way and a wrong way of doing everything and I like to be sensible."

"Passion should be cherished," Nikolai countered.

"In private. It's too public here," she argued daringly. "Tell me about tomorrow night's party."

"Anastasia did a breakdown of the guest list." Nikolai handed her a small file. "I think she's made some appointments for you as well."

As Nikolai employed the phone Claire was ready to gnash her teeth in frustration. Meeting Nikolai's demands really was turning into a round-the-clock occupation. The useful information on various important business guests was paired with a list of beauty appointments that threatened to take up a good part of the following day.
Claire slapped the sheet down on Nikolai's desk. "I can't keep up with this and you and work as well. There aren't enough hours in the day! You wr w very unreasonable man. I'm not a trophy girlfriend! And I flatly refuse to be made to feel like a kept woman. I've got better things to do with my time than spend the day being groomed like a pet poodle before I can be seen out with you in public!"