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“Fine then. My name is Sergei Grachyov and I’m half Russian.” His gaze narrowed once more on me. “And you’re Fredericka Spears, an attorney—-”
“How do you know that?” I gasped.
“LinkedIn,” he answered in a tone that suggested I shouldn’t even have to ask such a question. “I looked you up while you were making coffee.”
Oh.
“Do we know enough of each other now to get naked?”
In spite of everything, I couldn’t help laughing.
“That’s a no then?”
“I’m a-afraid so.” But my voice was weak, and the way his lips curved in a smirk told me that he knew he was close to making me forget my morals.
Why wasn’t I letting him make love to me again?
“What else do you want to know?” he asked.
“I guess...how old are you?”
He didn’t answer right away, and I wondered if he was the kind of person who liked to think he’d be young forever.
“Sergei?”
“What does age have to do with me fucking you?” the billionaire asked.
Blinking at his evasive answer, I countered, “Why don’t you just tell me how old you are?”
“Because it’s immaterial.”
I rolled my eyes. “Just tell me.”
Slowly and reluctantly, the billionaire said, “I’m twenty-three.”
And that was when the penny dropped.
Chapter Three
Sergei and Fredericka
SERGEI WAITED IN THEbedroom for several minutes, allowing Fredericka some time and space. She obviously needed it, with the way she had whitened upon learning his age and the way she had walked out of the room like a zombie.
When he finally joined her outside, it was to see her making herself a second cup of coffee, her movements lethargic.
He took the seat next to Fredericka again, waiting for her to speak, but she only continued sipping her coffee, her gaze blank.
Sergei bit back a hiss of impatience. Why the hell was she making such a big deal over their age gap? It was a measly six years, and it wasn’t like he was underage.
When Fredericka finally looked at him, Sergei thought,Finally.She had finally gotten her senses back—-
“It’s not going to work.”
He scowled. Clearly, she wasstillinsane.
“Because you’re six years older?” The way she cringed at his words was answer enough, and he gazed at her in patent disbelief. “You must be joking.”
“This isn’t a joking matter for me.” Fredericka’s voice was thin.