Russian Mafia Billionaire’s Secretary by Leona Lee Page A

Alexander looked at her in surprise when he saw that there was only one room.
    “It’s not what you think,” she told him laughing. “Check it out.”
    Raising an eyebrow, he slipped the card into the electronic lock and opened the door. Walking in first, he let out a whistle. Following behind him, she was surprised at the size of the common area.
    “This is one of their two-bedroom suites with our bedrooms at opposite ends of the suite,” she informed him. “And judging from the size of this living space, I don’t think we need to worry about getting in each other’s way. Plus, there’s a conference table in here, so any private meetings you need could easily be handled here.”
    Turning, he smiled at her. “This is fantastic Alanna. It never would have occurred to me to do this. Thank you, it’s clear you put much thought into this.” Coming toward her, he grasped her shoulders and kissed her on her cheek before stepping back.
    Pulling his phone out, he started to walk toward one end of the suite, “Why don’t you unpack and get settled. We aren’t due for cocktails until five, so plenty of time to relax,” he told her not bothering to wait for her reply; he found his bedroom and walked inside.
    Turning, she grabbed her suitcase and headed toward the other end of the suite. Finding her bedroom, she walked inside. The room was a sea of white with gold tones, much like the common area. Walking to the window, she opened it and closed her eyes, listening to the sound of the waves.
    Kicking off her shoes, she jumped on the bed with a laugh. Rolling to her back, she stared up at the ceiling while she kicked her feet. She felt giddy that Alexander was so pleased with her choice of accommodations. She had managed to narrow it down to two hotels but ultimately chose the Delano based on the suite’s floorplan.
    Later that afternoon, dressing for cocktails, Alanna slipped into one of her new cocktail dresses. Pulling the emerald green dress over her head, she adjusted the straps before shimmying her hips to settle the fabric around her. Touching up her makeup first, she brushed out her hair, which she left down as it curled in the humid weather. Slipping on her new Louboutins, she twirled around in front of the full-length mirror completely satisfied with her appearance.
    Grabbing her cell phone, she snapped a picture of herself and texted it to her sister. Picking up her black clutch, she was about to put her phone inside when it beeped with a message. Opening it, she grinned at her sister’s emoji of a person whistling. Laughing, she tucked her phone in her purse and went looking for Alexander.
    Walking into the common area, she could hear Alexander shouting in Russian. Wondering if he had lost track of time, she walked toward his bedroom and knocked on the door. He called out for her to come in and she opened the door to find him standing in front of her wearing only a pair of black dress slacks, as he continued to shout into the phone.
    Alanna tried not to stare, but found it hard not to admire his muscular body. He had abs to die for and she pictured herself running her red fingernails all over his smooth skin followed by her kisses as she blazed a trail down his body.
    “I am almost ready,” he mouthed at her as he began to speak in a rush. Concluding the call, he tossed his phone on the bed, muttering under his breath in Russian. Walking to the closet, he pulled out a black shirt and white tie. He slipped into the shirt and buttoned it up, concealing his body in the process. Without looking, he tied his tie, seeming lost in thought. As he reached for his jacket, Alanna couldn’t keep silent as she giggled.
    “You look like one of those mafia guys from the Godfather movies,” she joked. He looked at his own reflection in the mirror and grinned. He slid his shoes on and walked toward her as he looked her up and down.
    Taking her hand, he kissed the back of it, “So, does that make you my mafia princess for