Takeover In The Boardroom. Fiona Brand

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      Vik acted as a buffer between them, not exactly a new role for him, but one he hadn’t played with any consistency in six years.

      Taking it a step further than he used to, Vik actually physically stood between her and others in unconscious protection whenever she felt herself growing uneasy. While no one had the bad taste to actually mention the articles spawned by Perry’s lies, family could manage intrusiveness in subtle ways strangers never could.

      Thankfully, Vik seemed to recognize her moods—sometimes even before she did—and took steps to make sure the questions didn’t get a chance to edge into being blatantly intrusive.

      Tellingly, no one seemed to find it hard to believe they’d been carrying on a relationship outside the media’s radar for months now. Not even Misha’s nephew evinced surprise at the engagement.

      Everyone was happy to congratulate Maddie and Vik, making her feel like maybe this thing could really work.

      Regardless of what had precipitated the engagement, their friends and family considered them a good match. A big part of her agreed.

      She only hoped she wasn’t making a huge mistake...that Vik was the man she was discovering. More the white knight in Armani than the heartless tycoon following in her father’s footsteps that she’d seen him as for the past six years.

      Vik’s grandparents were wonderful, as always.

      Misha was a gray-haired, slightly stooped version of Vik with an exuberant warmth very unlike his more reserved grandson. A retired scientist, Ana was both highly intelligent and gently affectionate by nature. She wasn’t as overt as her husband, but she would make a wonderful great-grandmother for Maddie and Vik’s children.

      The magazine photographer turned out to be extremely good at fading into the background and Maddie found herself relaxing and enjoying the first real family dinner she remembered since her mother’s death.

      * * *

      “Your grandparents are such nice people.” Maddie allowed Vik to remove her coat and his own before taking both of them and hanging them in the hall closet.

      Such a simple thing to do. She’d done it hundreds of times for other guests, but never with the same homey feeling—or sense of irrevocability that washed over her as she closed the closet door.

      Vik was staying the night.

      And Maddie’s heart was pounding in her chest like a bass drum.

      Not from fear, though. No, nothing like it, though that surprised her. Shouldn’t there be at least a little anxiety?

      She’d never done this before, after all.

      But all she felt was excitement.

      Maybe it was because she knew Vik would leave if she asked him to. Only she didn’t want him to leave.

      She wanted him to follow through on the promise of passion in their kisses earlier. Besides, if they weren’t compatible in bed, that could be a real problem.

      Right?

      Only what were the chances when his kisses turned her inside out. Self-justification much?

      She made a sound of self-deprecating humor.

      “Liking my family is a source of amusement for you?” Vik’s hands landed on her shoulders before he turned her to face him.

      His expression wasn’t mocking or judging, just inquisitive.

      She smiled up at the beloved handsome face as she shook her head. “No, I was thinking about the things we tell ourselves to justify doing what we want to do.”

      His look promised things she’d never experienced but was pretty darn sure she wanted to. “What things do you want to do?”

      “Like you don’t know.”

      He shook his head. “I’m still a little stunned you’ve never done them before.”

      “Pretty pathetic, huh?”

      “In what way were you pathetic?” Vik asked in a tone that didn’t bode well for anyone who might have used that word to describe her.

      Including herself.

      She liked the feelings his instant protectiveness engendered in her despite the fact she thrived on her independence.

      Feeling a little odd about that, she moved away from him and crossed the living room, which was decorated in her favorite shabby chic. While she loved the perfect blend of distressed wood furniture, floral damasks, lifelike silk bouquets set in epoxy to look like water, the pristine whites and abundance of feminine styling screamed “single woman living alone” to her.

      And while there was nothing bad about that, she wasn’t as pleased by the fact she’d never even had a short-term relationship. She’d be happier if something in her home indicated the need to take someone else’s preferences, or even needs, into account.

      “What would you call a twenty-four-year-old virgin?” she asked, turning back to face him.

      “Picky.” His smile melted her.

      She grinned up at him. “That’s one word for it.”

      “You were waiting for me.” She could tell by his tone he thought he was joking.

      A sudden revelation hit her. Romi had definitely been right all along. “I was.”

      She might have been able to get over her first love, but Maddie had never moved on from thinking that Viktor Beck would be the ideal lover. And so she had turned down every other man.

      Yes, trust was an issue for her, but right along with her lack of trust in other men had been a primal certainty of whom she wanted to share her body with.

      A certainty she’d been consciously denying but living under for the past six years.

      Espresso eyes darkened with unmistakable lust, blowing her mind. He wanted her. He’d said he did. He’d kissed her like he did, but that look?

      It was imbued with the same primitive passion she’d acknowledged in herself. So predatory. It sent shivers chasing along her nerve endings.

      “You were made for me,” he said, confirming it wasn’t her imagination.

      The driving force between them was very mutual.

      “A pity you didn’t realize that six years ago.” She regretted the words as soon as she said them and shook her head. “Forget I said that.”

      Maddie got why Vik had turned her down before. Wishing they’d already taken this step so she wouldn’t be dealing with her public humiliation right now was both futile and borderline ridiculous. Because even if they’d gotten together then, there was no guarantee they would still be together now.

      His jaw firm, his lips set in a determined line, Vik moved toward her with intent. “I was not ready for marriage and you were not ready for me.”

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