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“The higher the heels,” I raise my glass, “the closer to heaven.”
This isn’t a dinner to welcome the new players. It’s a wedding reception—for us.
“Fuck you,” I whisper, still smiling. “Fuck you, too, sweetheart.”
We’re fucked. We don’t know each other at all.
“I don’t share. This year, you’re my wife. Mine.”
“Don’t worry.” He gives her a smile. “I put you two in the same room.”
We’ve been given the room with one bed.
He’s wearing glasses, too. Hockey players shouldn’t wear glasses. It makes them look too hot.
Volkov can park his Batmobile in my cave anytime,
guess asking where you’re going will get me nothing but a middle finger.”
“Georgia.” He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose like I’m the most exasperating woman on the planet. “Get in the fucking car before I make you.”
“I’m going to burn a hole in your pocket, baby.”
There’s something about brutal, cold, callous Alexei Volkov in a sharp suit that makes me frustratingly horny.
“You look beautiful,” he says. “As always.”
“That must be the sound of someone else’s panties dropping when I wear my glasses.”
sprints to the car waiting for her. TOUGH GUY, one bracelet says, with skulls and crossbones. “Very manly.” I nod with a serious expression. NO MULLETS, the other one says.
He shows me. ASS-ISTANT COACH VOLKOV, with peach emoji beads between the words.
I know why she sleepwalks.
“They do, but they’re growing on me.”
He’s lying on the sofa, reading emails on his phone, the bunnies on either side of him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any of them so relaxed.
“So you were watching.” I had Legally Blonde on downstairs the other night when he got home and he kept walking through the living room, lingering.
A low throat-clearing sound makes us freeze. CHAPTER 72 GEORGIA Alexei stands at the side of the front room, watching with an unreadable expression, holding a bottle of wine. We all sober. How much did he hear?
“Oh my god, get away from me,” I laugh as he tries to kiss my mouth. “If you’re going to cover me in dessert, at least fuck me after.”
I’m going to do everything I can to make this woman fall in love with me like I have with her.
“Hey.” He threads his hand into my hair, presses his lips to my temple, and my distress lessens in an instant. “I know you’re not fully in yet, but I’m going to convince you.” His mouth hooks, his eyes warming with an affection that smoothes my worries away. “Just you wait.”
“The Teasing Georgia rose.”
“Say yes, then. Marry me for real. Be my wife forever. I love you. I love you so fucking much. I don’t want this to end. There’s no way I’m letting you go. Being married to you is everything I never realized I wanted.” He takes a deep breath, broad chest and tattoo rising and falling, and his throat works. “I love being your husband. I said I’d never fall in love with you and that this marriage wasn’t real and that I wouldn’t miss you when it’s over but . . .” He shakes his head. “I was so wrong, sweetheart. So fucking wrong about all of it.” He takes a deep breath, his gaze full of resolve
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“But I want to kiss you. The Teasing Georgia, also known as the golden rose, means friendship.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips, and my eyes flutter closed. “Joy.” Another kiss. “Loyalty.” His lips linger there for a moment, his breath tickling my skin. “Eternity.”
“You want me forever, don’t you, you sick fuck?”
“Bite me.”
“The whole thing was his idea.”
“I thought I was your something old.”
