The Russian's Furious Fiancee (13 page)

“Don’t stop,” she gasped and tried to move, but he was too heavy over her, too large and until he was ready to move, there was nothing she could do.

But wow! When he shifted just slightly, her fingers gripped his shoulders and her back arched. Her hips tried to lift to bring him back inside her once again, but then he pulled out farther, then back in and the friction just about drove her out of her mind with the pleasure. “Damon!” she cried out and her legs moved higher, wrapping around him.

Damon held her legs, feeling her heat squeeze him tightly and he had to remind himself to take this slowly since it was her first time. But dammit! She felt so good!

“Would you mind…going just…faster?” she managed to gasp out.

Damon wanted to laugh at her request but, given permission, there was no stopping him. He moved again, pulling fully out of her, then smoothly back in. Over and over, he repeated the process, holding back his own climax, determined to give her pleasure once more. As he moved, he watched her face, looking for reactions to find out what she liked. Her face was so expressive and he increased the pace, counting backwards from one hundred in order to keep himself from losing control.

“Come with me, Eva,” he growled out when he’d reached ninety-five and knew he wouldn’t last very long, not with those soft sounds she was making and the way she was moving against him, pulling him in deeper with each thrust and squeezing her whole body. When he finally felt her body start her climax, he released his control, pounding into her and he heard something in the distance shouting out and knew that she’d finally found her release.

Damon collapsed against her softness, but rolled to his side, pulling her with him. “You’re incredibly beautiful, Eva,” he said as he felt her fall asleep against his side.

Chapter 8

Eva didn’t want to answer her cell phone. It rang four times before it went to voice mail and she still stared at it like it was a snake. She’d left Damon last night while he was sleeping and she didn’t want to deal with the repercussions of her actions. She suspected that he was going to be furious with her for leaving him after…well, after what they did.

“It’s not going to explode, is it?” her friend and co-worker said as she peered into the closet-like office in which Eva was currently working.

Eva’s eyes snapped up and she tried to understand Geselle’s words. “Excuse me?” Eva’s face flushed guiltily and she tried hard to tamp down the feeling that she’d done something horribly wrong.

Geselle smiled. “The cell phone. It isn’t going to explode, right?”

Eva forced a laugh and looked away. “Of course not. Why would you think so?”

“Because of the way you were looking at it. Like it might just come out and eat you up somehow.”

Eva sighed and let her fingers fall from her computer keyboard.

“That bad, huh?” Geselle asked, taking the only other chair in the tiny room.

“Yea. I have man troubles.”

Geselle laughed and nodded her head. “I’ve heard. I’d love to have your man-troubles,” she chuckled.

“What do you mean?”

Geselle reached through the papers in her briefcase and pulled out the latest newspaper. “You’re getting married, right?”

Eva couldn’t believe the words she was reading. “My father made the announcement? How could he?”

“Was the announcement real?”

“Absolutely not!”

“Do you know Damon Kelopatros? He’s extraordinarily hot!”

She gritted her teeth at her friend’s description of the man who drove her crazy in so many ways. “Yes but he’s also an arrogant, domineering pain in the neck! I really can’t stand him.”

Geselle picked up the paper again and looked at the picture above the announcement. “I don’t know why. It seems like the two of you have a lot in common.”

Evan stared at her friend like she was insane. “What makes you say that?”

“Well, for starters, you’re both into investing. You teach investing and I know you make your own decisions on your trust fund. The man’s a financial genius by most accounts and a financial shark by those that are less complimentary. If both of you make your living by making investments, it would seem that the two of you would have a lot to talk about over dinner each night.”

Eva sat back in her office chair, no longer cringing at the metallic squeak as the old chair protested the movement. “There’s a difference in our motivation. He does it for self serving reasons, while we do it to help people dig out of their financial problems. Or at least that’s what we tell ourselves.”

“We try to be altruistic but at the heart of everything we do, there’s self-motivation.”

Eva sighed and pushed her papers away. “I suppose you’re right.”

“So what’s the problem with this gorgeous hunk you’re trying to avoid? And changing the subject each time I turn it in that direction.”

Eva laughed. “Am I that obvious?”

Geselle’s beautiful pixie face split into a unrepentant grin. “Only to those of us who know you well. Sounds like this guy has really gotten to you.”

“You have no idea.” She couldn’t tell her friend that she was engaged, even if she might be starting to believe it. The idea was too preposterous to even speak out loud.

“But you really dig him, huh?”

“No. I really don’t.”

The next class of students was starting to filter into the classroom and Geselle stood up. “I guess we’d better get to work.”

Eva had three classes today, all with a very large group of students. Her first class was only twenty five students but her second and third had over fifty people in it. She had to concentrate to get through all the material in time to answer questions at the end. She loved teaching the classes and felt energized when they were able to take the information she gave them and learn to invest on their own. She never gave out advice on which stocks to buy or which companies to invest in, but she heard many success stories from her students if they followed her advice and researched their stocks carefully. Of course, there were the sad cases as well where people did their research and still the company didn’t do well. But that happens when one invests and she emphasized that throughout all the classes.

Her favorite story was about a woman who came up to her to thank her for helping her get on her feet after years of struggling to make payments on all of her bills. Eva had heard several women tell her that they’d been able to get on their feet and find more independence after learning to invest. They had confidence, they stood up to their husbands who thought they were door mats and those women finally found happiness, or at least a sense of peace now that they weren’t under a man’s control.

She considered that as she went out to her car that evening, exhausted but thrilled with all the ideas that had been tossed about in her last class. There were several students who were really getting into the whole issue of investing, but being careful about their choices.

Her cell phone rang and she grimaced when she saw who was calling. She considered ignoring it and just letting it go to voice mail, but she knew he’d keep calling until she answered. Or even worse, he’d search her out. She didn’t want to sleep at her parent’s house tonight so she’d better just answer it and get it over with.

“Where the hell have you been?” his deep, angry voice said as soon as she flipped open the phone.

“Good evening to you, Damon. I can tell you’ve been working on your charm once again and it’s really working!”

“Don’t give me that crap, Eva. Tell me where you have been for the past five hours.”

“No.”

There was a long pause while Damon absorbed the fact that she’d disobeyed him. Completely and unequivocally.

“No? Just no? You’re not even going to explain why you’re not going to answer my question?”

She was enjoying his consternation, probably too much she thought as she leaned back against her car, smiling as she pictured his dumbfounded expression at her responses. “Just no. Is there anything else you’d like to know?”

He actually laughed. “Would you tell me if I asked?”

Eva ignored the tingly sensation that bubbled up in her stomach with his laughter. “Probably not. So I guess this conversation is at an end.”

“Don’t’ you dare hang up, Brat.”

“Ah, more charm just oozes out of you. I can actually feel it transmitted over the waves.”

“Meet me for dinner tonight.”

“We’re not going to do that again.”

“If you don’t, I’ll come over to your house and pick you up. And we might not make it out of your bedroom, so you’d better meet me for dinner. Make it some place public and you’ll be relatively safe from a repeat of last night. Even though you know you don’t want to avoid my bed any longer, do you?”

Eva ignored his last question, trying hard to keep the conversation impersonal so she didn’t have to deal with the questions running through her mind after what they’d done last night. “What if I don’t want to meet you?” she asked, although there was actually a smile on her face as she stood by her car, contemplating the idea of taunting him further over dinner.

“You do. If only to try and irritate the hell out of me. Name the place, Eva. And be there in a half hour.”

“Meet me at the Alpha Waterfront.”

“I’ve never heard of it.”

“You’ve probably never been there. Definitely not your typical hangout.”

“I’ll be there. Thirty minutes, Eva. And don’t be late just to piss me off or you’ll regret it.”

She rolled her eyes at his latest threat and considered her options for what to do for the next thirty five minutes. She was only about five minutes away from the restaurant right now so she’d really have to be creative. Considering her options, she decided to try and find a book someone had recommended. There were a few trendy bookstores in that area so maybe she’d get lucky.

With a firm plan in mind, she tossed her purse and book bag onto the passenger seat of her car and pulled out of the parking lot. She found a parking space easily enough since it was pretty early in the evening and stored her books in the trunk, tossing her purse over her shoulder. Because this area was much less high-brow, she didn’t need to change clothes, jeans being the normal attire around here. She loved this area with all of its bohemian atmosphere and quaint shops. One could walk along the streets and find a store with ancient knockoffs right next to a vegetable stand. Not a single upscale store within miles.

It helped psychologically that this area and what she was wearing was the complete anthisis from last night. It separated one event from the other, grounding her and giving her help in not repeating the events. Her mind instantly flashed back to the mind-blowing sensations she’d experienced in Damon’s arms, not to mention the delicious feeling of waking up in his arms with her head on his shoulder and her whole body wrapped around him.

Stop it! Her mind had replayed last night so often and each time, her body responded, wanting him again even though he was miles away from her. It was ridiculous that he could hold that much power over her.

Glancing at her watch, she knew she had twenty-five minutes to burn up in order to arrive five minutes late for Damon. She started on the right side of the street, walking in the opposite direction from the restaurant. She found a costume jewelry shop with a great faux crystal necklace with an interesting design, a gorgeous blue vase that would look perfect in the middle of her kitchen counter, and she was excited to find the book she’d been looking for. Unfortunately, she found all these treasures within twenty minutes. She strolled down the street, casually heading towards the restaurant. She smiled in anticipation of how irritated Damon would be when he had to wait for her.

And then she saw him. The dratted man was standing outside one of the small bars that lined the streets, sitting with a beer at his elbow and looking to all the world as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

And he was in jeans!

Ugh! How was it possible that he looked even better in jeans than he did in his immaculately tailored suits? His long legs were stretched out in front of him with an open necked shirt, not even tucked in. The man did casual better than anyone she could think of and she stopped in the middle of the sidewalk while he watched her through his sunglasses.

And she was actually on time, which only made this whole thing worse!

With a sigh, she walked up to his table and stood there, wanting to do something to get rid of the amusement on his face. “Hello, Eva. You look exceptionally sexy tonight.”

She looked down at her jeans and red tee-shirt, wondering what was so sexy about this outfit. “You’re in jeans.”

“As are you.”

“What happened to the suit?”

He stood up and moved closer to her, taking off his sunglasses so he could look down into her eyes. “A suit wouldn’t really fit in around here, would it?”

She grimaced as he pointed out that he’d understood her latest attempt to irritate him. “No, but you’re not supposed to know that.”

He smiled slightly. “I thought you were counting on that.”

“Oh shut up and let’s go eat. I’m starving.”

“Very eloquent of you, my beauty.”

Eva loved this place and she asked for the table by the water. The waiter blushed and immediately took her over to her favorite table, handing her menus and basically ignoring Damon in the process.

He rolled his eyes at the waiter’s attention but opened his menu to look at the offerings. Since you’re obviously a regular, what do you recommend?”

“Anything. The seafood is wonderful, but even the burgers are delicious.”

He quickly read through the options and put his menu down, looking at her across the small table. “What are you doing in this area?”

“Shopping.”

“And before then?”

“Why do you think I’ve been doing something else?”

“Eva, you’re the one who said you wanted to get to know me better. How are we supposed to do that if you’re going to take every question as a challenge?”

She sighed and shook her head. “I don’t know. There’s just something about you that makes me a bit arbitrary.”

“A bit?”

She laughed and shook her head. “Only a bit. I’m actually a very annoying person generally. You’ll know that once you get to know me better, which will only prove to you that you don’t want to marry me.”