Playing with Fire Himself

Alexander Sirodov, arrogant, cold, and determined to keep his company and family name on the top of the list no matter the cost. But he had no idea the cost was so much.
Evangeline Kratos, stunning, well mannered, and uptight in her family and their traditions, even if it was something she never wanted.

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"No, I am not sleeping with you!" I say, glaring at Alex with a glint in my eyes.

Although the thoughts of sleeping with Alexander Sirodov made me feel things I didn't want to, I wasn't going to sleep with a business arrangement.

"Who said we'd be sleeping..?" His dark, unforgiving eyes find mine, and hold them there before I look away.
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"Lower the gun, little dove. You can kill me when I'm not completely obsessed with you." As if I wasn't scared shitless or like he didn't just arrive here unannounced, he's flirting. Not apologizing or considering my demeanor.

Though, I do as he says and lower the gun, removing the magazine and setting it on the entryway table beside us.

"When will that be? Because I'm thrilled with the idea of getting rid of you." I respond, wrapping the robe tighter around my body when I notice his eyes lingering on my exposed cleavage.

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"Don't forget who's body I worshipped earlier. I am not a religious man."