Billionaire Doctor (House of Kolovsky) - Carol Marinelli Page 0,25

dance floor, Annie would have sworn he was just being polite, not that Melanie cared. ‘You’re an angel, Iosef. ’Night, then...’ She practically ran out of the ballroom, but by the time Annie had collected her bag, it didn’t seem such a good idea any more. OK, he’d seen her tiny apartment, but she couldn’t possibly ask him back now, could she? And what if...?

‘I’m just going to the ladies’.’

‘Sure.’

It was one of those completely fabulous ladies’ rooms—discreet music filling the perfumed air, mirrors everywhere, baskets full of fluffy white hand towels even at this late hour. Despite not needing to use the loo, Annie used her time wisely. She drew a deep breath as she stared in the mirror at her flushed face—and unlike Melanie it had nothing to do with too much champagne.

Her thick, glossy, for once straight hair fell over one heavily made-up eye, her body was a delicious golden brown, even her lipstick was still on—never again would she look this good and never again would she have the opportunity to spend the night with someone as divine as Iosef Kolovsky.

It would never work... Running her wrists under the tap, Annie gave herself a harsh talking to.

She’d surely regret it in the morning.

She worked with him, for heaven’s sake. Imagine facing him on Monday...

No, she’d tell him thanks very much for the offer, but she’d take a taxi home.

Pulling the door open, she stepped out into the foyer with resolve, jumping slightly when from the shadows he caught her wrist.

‘I was thinking—’

‘Don’t.’ His lips were moving in on her and there was nowhere to go except against the wall.

‘Maybe we should...’ She didn’t finish the sentence.

His mouth was where her neck met her shoulder, and like a reflex action Annie’s head arched to the side, her eyes closing as his tongue worked its magic. ‘Maybe... I...should...’ Each word was an effort, each word forced out between breaths, each word refuted by the body that was wilting before him. ‘Just...get...a... taxi...’

‘Why?’ He came up for air, pinning her with his eyes.

‘Because... we might regret it...’

‘We might...’ He kissed her, his tongue forcing her lips apart, stroking her as if he were stroking her somewhere deep inside, then coming up for air, slowly licking his lips as if tasting her again. ‘But I’ll definitely regret it if we don’t. I’ve wanted you since I saw you.’

‘You weren’t nice...’

‘Doesn’t mean I didn’t want you.’

Don’t play dangerous games. He’d told her that himself, warned her perhaps of what she was taking on, and he was dangerous.

Brooding, autocratic and lethally sexy, she knew nothing about him, yet she craved more.

‘You’ve been...’ She could hardly breathe, hardly get the words out. ‘Ignoring me.’

‘You try to resist what is bad for you—that is what I’ve been doing.’

‘How could I be bad for you?’ She gave a tiny shrill giggle, but Iosef wasn’t laughing. He pressed her harder against the wall, his lips working up along her neck, making her shiver as he spoke between hot kisses.

‘It is foolish to get involved with someone you work with.’

‘I know!’ Annie breathed.

‘I am not available for a relationship.’

‘You’re seeing someone?’

‘I’m not available for anyone...’

‘Candy?’ Bravely she voiced the question, the single word halting him in mid-kiss. Passion flushed features coming into focus as he raised his head to hers.

‘There is nothing there for you to concern yourself with.’

‘But I do...’ She should have persisted, Annie knew that, should have asked for clarification, should have made damn sure she knew exactly how deep the water was before she dived in, but his lips were on her shoulders again, his parted mouth kissing her flesh so deeply it hurt, actually, deliciously, hurt. Lust was the deadliest of sins, Annie decided when finally he pulled back, his pupils dilated, his full mouth moist from their kiss. Reaching in his pocket, he held up a key.

Lust was surely the deadliest sin because it so readily paved the way for others—and greed was the first to make itself known. She wanted him so much, so fiercely, that her self-control was completely shot. He lowered his head, kissed the top of her cleavage, kissed it so deeply she thought she might come right there, right there in the shadows of the lobby, her breath catching as his fingers pushed the cool metal key between her breasts and into her bra, her nipples so hard she nearly wept for the cool of his mouth.

‘I’ve booked you a room.’

‘Me?’ Annie gulped, and he nodded.

‘This