The Russian's Stubborn Lover (The Fedosov Family Series Book 1) by Leslie North Page B

wants. Let’s bring him to Russia where he will be under my control and we’ll see then if he wants to continue harassing you.”
    Julia looked at Dmitry, a small smile forming on her face. “That sounds like an awesome idea!” She kissed him, grateful that she was not going to be on the receiving end of Dmitry’s justice. David Jenkins was in for a rude awakening and she planned to have a front row seat when he met his match – Dmitry Fedosov.
     

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    Alexey was still standing by her desk when the elevator pinged, indicating the car’s arrival. When the doors opened, Alexey took a step towards it and then stopped cold. The woman who hesitantly stepped from the elevator was angelic!
    Her long blonde hair was pulled back on the sides of her head, giving him an unobstructed view of her high cheekbones, porcelain smooth skin, and dainty little ears with their pearls earrings shining back at him.
    Her lashes were long and thick, and framed a pair of the greenest eyes he’d ever seen. Her lips were devoid of lipstick, their natural color enhancing her beauty. She was small, maybe 5’3″, and rather than wearing 3″-4″ heels like other women, she wore simple flats in some sort of brown leather.
    She was wearing jeans that molded perfectly to her lush hips and a light brown pullover shirt that just barely skirted the waist of her jeans, giving a brief glimpse of pale skin beneath it.
    Alexey let his eyes rake her body, up and down before coming back to rest on her face. He was surprised to see that she was giving him the same appraisal, no hint of apology evident on her face as her eyes stopped just below his waist for several long seconds, before rising again to meet his own. She raised an eyebrow at him, as if daring him to call her out on her blatant perusal.
    Alexey felt his body immediately respond to her frank stare, and let his eyes repeat their slow glide over her body, taking more time as his mouth watered at the sight of her lush breasts straining against the fabric of her shirt. They would more than fill his hands!
    “Are you through?” came her soft voice, a southern drawl making the words seem much longer than they really were.
    “You’re from the south?” Alexey questioned, not having given Sergei’s comment about her accent much thought until just this moment.
    “Yes. Georgia. You speak English very well, which is really good since I don’t speak any Russian.” She gave a small laugh as if finding that situation comical.
    Alexey smiled, the sound of her voice flowing over him and making his body stand up and take notice. Her southern drawl seemed to fit her personality to a tee, and he found the entire package of her enticing.
    “I’m supposed to be interviewing the head of the company. Dmitry Fedosov. Do you know where I could find him?” she asked, once again letting her eyes tell him she liked what she saw.
    “Dmitry’s not here.” Alexey watched her eyes widen and then her smile faded.
    “Why did they send me up here then? I was told that I would be given an interview with the head of the company.” She sounded disappointed and a little put out.
    “What if I told you that I was the acting head of the company?” Alexey queried.
    He watched her eyes widen and then her smile made another appearance as she cocked her head to the side and gave him another appraisal. “You’re either Alexey or Misha.” She chewed on her bottom lip as she decided, “You have to be Alexey. All of the pictures I found of Misha on the internet showed him wearing military garb.”
    Alexey laughed, “You’ve done your homework. And, yes, I am Alexey Fedosov. At your service.” He