Fifty Shades of Lust {Steamiest Short Stories}
“The cold is still trying to claim me, but I am learning to fight it. How was your day, Nikolai?”
He took a slow sip of the vodka, his eyes never leaving mine. Up close he was even more overwhelming, the tattoos peeking from his open collar dark and intricate, telling silent stories of violence and survival. His broad shoulders filled the tailored black shirt, and I could imagine the powerful muscles beneath, the kind that could pin a woman down and make her forget her own name.
“Productive,” he replied, his gaze dropping deliberately to my chest before rising again. “But the night just got more interesting. Tell me, Alex, do you always dress to make men forget their drinks?”