Mafia Boss's Fearless Lover (The Karzhov Crime Family series Book 1) by Leslie North Page A

daring him with her stance and her look to make another move towards the old man.
    Her hair was askew on one side and her T-shirt was slipping off a very delectable shoulder, and from what he could tell, she wasn’t wearing anything beneath it. He let his eyes travel leisurely down her body, then back up to meet her eyes. She was delightful in her anger, and he found himself stifling another laugh as she squared off against him.
    Grigori wasn’t a small man, and even men who matched his height and weight took one look at him and usually turned away. This little sprite thinks she can take me on. All by herself!
    “I think you may have gotten the wrong impression. I was just buying Dennis breakfast. Would you care to join us, miss?”
    “Desi.”
    Grigori inclined his head. “Miss Desi.”
    “No, not miss. Just Desi.” She turned away and all at once realized she had made a complete fool of herself. Dennis had a breakfast burrito, cinnamon roll, and coffee cup from Molly’s in his hands, and a smile that never ceased to brighten up her day, no matter how tired she was.
    Turning to apologize, she let her eyes travel up the length of the stranger’s body, and up and up. Gosh, he’s really tall, or I’m really short! Her eyes took in the black skintight T-shirt he wore, the long sleeves barely concealing the end of the full sleeve tattoos he wore. His deep blue eyes were visible, but only because his aviator glasses had been hung on the neckline of his T-shirt.
    His thick black hair was cut short and spiked up at the front. She let her eyes travel back down, pausing at his full lips and fighting down the urge to lick her own as she wondered what it would feel like to be kissed by him. Where did that come from?
    Shaking her head, she held out her hand. “Desi Addams.”
    “Greg Walker. I’m sorry if you got the wrong impression. I didn’t mean him any harm.” Grigori took the hand she offered, marveling at how small she was compared to him and how soft her skin was.
    “I realize that now. I’m just a little territorial about him, I guess. Usually I buy him breakfast.” Desi made a feeble attempt to withdraw her hand, but the stranger held tight to it.
    “You have a caring heart,” Grigori told her with a smile. He let his thumb caress the back of her slender hand, watching as her eyes darkened and her breath hitched.
    Desi couldn’t understand what was happening to her. All the man had done was smile at her and she was turned on! God, has it been that long since I’ve been with a guy that all one has to do is smile at me and I’m ready to fall into his arms? I’m pathetic! Determined to take back control of the situation, she pulled her hand from his own and then boldly wiped her palm on the front of her jeans.
    “You’re new in town?” Desi asked, all of sudden becoming aware of the fact that she had just rushed from her car, where she’d been fast asleep. Her phone alarm had gone off, and as she’d opened her eyes and uncurled from her seat, all she’d seen was a very big, unknown stranger leaning over Dennis. She’d wrongly assumed he’d been trying to hurt him, not feed him breakfast. So much for being impetuous. Dad always said it would be my downfall.
    She wanted to shake her hand, the tingles from his touch still travelling up her arm and setting off fireworks all along her spine. When she lifted her eyes to meet his, he held her gaze and she found she was unable to pull hers away.  After what felt like minutes, the man lowered her gaze, releasing her from his mesmerizing stare. 
    “It is a pleasure to meet you,” Grigori murmured, trying to figure out what it was about this little woman that had his body humming and his brain wondering how long it would take him to talk her back to his hotel room. He’d been without a woman for far too long.

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