Tonight was a f*****g disaster.
Tonight was a f*****g disaster.Rurik’s dragon growled in agreement inside his head. He revved his engine as he drove through the streets of Moscow, trying not to think about how good it felt to have Charlotte’s legs wrapped around his hips. He was supposed to have been busy handling the account books tonight, not getting distracted by a shapely blonde in a killer red dress.
He’d seen her being bothered by those fools, and he knew he had to intervene. But there was more to it than that. There was something about her that he and his dragon couldn’t resist. She’d almost seemed to glow when he’d first seen her in his club. And her scent…God, he could have inhaled it for days and never gotten tired of it. If he hadn’t known better, he’d have sworn she was a dra
