‘I want you.’ His tongue had the last traces of her favourite thing in the world and his erection was almost painful on her bursting bladder.
‘I need to go to the loo...’
‘I needed you to go to the loo...’ They were filthy kissing between laughing. ‘Be bad, Alina.’
‘I can’t be.’
‘You’re in my world now.’
‘When do I sleep?’
‘Monday, eight a.m.’ Demyan said, between hot, urgent kisses as he pressed into and tried to breathe his bad into her. ‘I tuck you into bed in my hotel and I pay you to sleep. Or is that inappropriate?’
‘No,’ Alina breathed, but as his fingers moved up her skirt her hand halted him. ‘That’s inappropriate.’
‘Funny girl.’ He looked at her. ‘What do you want to do?’
‘I don’t know.’ She was on a high she had never been on. He was back and it was like nothing she had known. That she had him, even if for a little while, was the most delicious treat and she would not waste their time with shyness.
She had perhaps a few days, maybe a couple of weeks with the most beautiful billionaire in the world, and she had no intention of looking at prices.
‘I want to go to the casino opening.’
‘What else?’ Demyan said. ‘Tell me, don’t hold back, what do you think a night in my world is like?’
‘I don’t know...’ Alina begged, ‘Sex on the beach...’
‘You can do better than that.’
She was holding back because otherwise she’d be being taken in the street yet he pulled back a little from her and God help Demyan because the brown eyes that met his were just so clear and non-calculating. She could have asked for her pick from any jewellery shop and it wouldn’t have been about money, just escape, just... His mind searched for the word and it had nothing to do with language, because the word had never existed for Demyan till now.
Fun.
He partied, he did whatever pleased him.
It had never been as simple as fun.
‘What does Alina love to do when she’s not being a PA or waitressing?’ He smiled a slow lazy smile as he looked at her, waiting for her to reveal a bit more of her truth, but still Alina resisted, and for now Demyan chose not to push.
‘Come on, then...’ He kissed the tip of her nose before taking her hand. ‘We go to the casino.’
‘I didn’t RSVP.’
‘Good, then we make a better entrance.’
‘Can I go and have a shower?’
‘No point,’ Demyan said. ‘You’ll still smell of sex.’
* * *
Sydney was pulsing, the crowds building as the rich and famous gathered to celebrate the opening of the luxurious complex.
They drove past the red carpet where lights were flashing as security tried to hold the gathering crowd back, and Alina blinked as they drew up at a side door and she realised that again it was her turn to get out.