Crash into Me: A BWWM Russian Billionaire Romance by Cristina Grenier Page A

to keep coming back for more, and he hoped that wouldn’t change any time soon.
    They’d gone out for dinner on Saturday night, and Emma had told him that she had things to do on Sunday so she wasn’t going to follow him back to his place like some affection starved puppy. Alexei had just smiled at her and followed her back to her place instead.
    They’d had sex in her shower and then fallen into bed, and now Emma was sleeping, snoring softly as she wiggled in his hold and rubbed her delightful bottom against his morning hardness.
    Alexei was just considering seeing if he could convince her that a round of morning sex was what they needed when he caught sight of his phone on the nightstand, the LED notification light blinking a steady green.
    He had missed calls and messages.
    He groaned softly and shook his head when he saw the time. It wasn’t even ten in the morning on a Sunday, so unless the world was ending or someone else had died, it was his mother who had been trying to reach him.
    Alexei couldn’t help but remember that the last time he’d ignored his mother’s calls for sex, someone had just died. So he sighed and reached over Emma to claim the phone, kissing her shoulder once more before he slipped out of the bed and padded naked into the living room.
    Of course his mother couldn’t have just left a voicemail like a normal person. He supposed the reason she had called his cell in the first place was because she couldn’t get him on the phone at his apartment. Honestly, he was surprised that she had anything to say to him so soon after he’d walked out on her matchmaking dinner like he had.
    To his surprise, when he unlocked his phone, none of the calls were from his mother, but from the manager of his building.
    He called him back right away.
    “Hello?”
    “Hi, this is Alexei Alexandrov. I saw that you’d been trying to call me.”
    “Oh, Mr. Alexandrov. Yes. I’ve been trying to reach you since early this morning.”
    Alexei winced. “Sorry about that. I’m at a friend’s house and I didn’t have my phone with me. Is everything alright?” Considering he had missed five calls from the man, he was guessing that everything wasn’t alright.
    “Well, we aren’t sure at the moment. Around five this morning, the security alarm started going off in your apartment. Now, as you know, we take the security and safety of all of our tenants very seriously, so the police were alerted, and we went to check out the disturbance. From what we can tell, there was a forced entry, but no other signs of disturbance.”
    “So...what does that mean?” Alexei asked. “Someone broke into my apartment but didn’t mess anything up?”
    The man cleared his throat. “Uh...yes. Pretty much exactly that. We still have to review the security footage, so we can find out more information, but I wanted to see if you’d like to be there for that.”
    “Yes, absolutely,” Alexei said. “I can be there in an hour.”
    The manager told him to come directly to his office in the building, and Alexei hung up, a bit shaken. In all the time he’d lived in that apartment, no one had ever tried to break in before. It just wasn’t done. His building was inhabited by other people with money, and it had state of the art security systems and a guard that was supposed to keep people from going up to the apartments from the lobby if they weren’t meant to be in the building.
    He highly doubted that any of his neighbors wanted to steal from him, so it had to be someone outside. But what would be the point of breaking in if they weren’t going to take anything? Just show him that they could? Who would want to make a point like that to him? As far as he knew, he didn’t have any enemies, but you never knew when it came down to things like money and Russian families.
    His head was already aching from the speculation, and he rubbed at his forehead, unsettled.
    “Hey, there you are,” Emma said from the doorway of the bedroom, and