Page 14 of Anatoly
Six
Georgina
Oh yeah, I’m feeling great. The tequila shots and my Margarita drinks helped me release the stress I’ve been under the last few days, and I’m feeling relaxed and happy. The threat is now a memory, and I’m focusing on enjoying the night.
I close my eyes, raising my right arm as I slowly sway up and down with the beat of the music. Of course, Latin music is pure fuego, so I love that they named the club Fuego.
So, spot on, right?
I open my eyes, smile, and look around the club. My eyes widen, and my heart skips a beat as I turn, staring at my dream man.
Anatoly.
He’s standing at the bar a few feet away, holding a glass and staring at me.
When did he show up?
Oh my, he’s gorgeous. He's dressed in a black custom-tailored suit and black shiny leather shoes, and the cufflinks sparkle ashe moves. He’s a totally classy, wealthy man. He was hot in the hospital, and now he’s scorching hot.
I gasp for breath and bite my lip as I sway to the music, staring at Anatoly Kravtsov.
Of course, I remember his name and him. He’s so damn hot, and I never dreamed of seeing him again, especially here.
Of course, I remember how his blue eyes darkened when he looked at me at the hospital, but I was working, and he was ill.
A Chica, like me can’t take advantage of a sick man, right?
Oh my, I’m so damn lucky.
The man is here, and I have his complete attention, which is fantastic because he has mine.
I smile at him, running my hands down my curves as I dance. I gaze into his eyes, holding eye contact, and I see his blue eyes darken and his pupils dilating. He lifts his chin and raises his glass, toasting me.
I smile, full of sexual euphoria, totally giddy, and I can feel heat spread through my face. I’m so excited that he’s watching me. My inner girly parts are twitching, and my panties are wet. This is a fantastic feeling, a raw, deep connection, one that I’ve never experienced. I dance for him, and he smiles.
After a couple of minutes of staring at each other, Anatoly sets the glass on the bar countertop and walks stealthily towards me, like a wild lion going after its prey. He’s just as beautiful as the lion; those blue eyes are mesmerizing.
Anatoly reaches out for me and slides his arms around my waist, pulling my back against his front. I feel how hard he is; it’s fucking awesome; he’s so damned turned on; it only increases my overactive heated hormones. He sways with me, and I throw my head back, resting on his chest as I gaze into his eyes.
“Georgina, it’s a pleasure seeing you,” He says in a raspy voice, gazing into my eyes.
So damn sexy.
Oh my, I’m going to melt.
“Si, it’s really a pleasure. Oh, please call me Gigi.”
“Gigi, it is,” He hums, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me tight.
“How are you feeling,” I say, turning in his arms.
I slide my hands up, resting them on his shoulders, holding on tight before I fall. My body feels weak; my bones are totally jelly.
“I’m feeling great. I’m sorry that I fell asleep, but the medicine knocked me out.”
“No worries, I’m glad that you recovered.”
I can’t help but grip his muscular arms, biting my lip as I gaze up at him. He’s so damn tall, smells delicious, and sexy as hell. This man is everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and he’s with me now. My eyes wander over his face, and I slowly gaze into his beautiful blue eyes.
