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Lorna Grant made it obvious she had no time for her. But after Angela and Gaia met at the reading of their father’s will, the two young women became firm friends, as well as sisters.
    Which was why it was so much harder for Gaia to accept Angela’s death as being a suicide, or even an accidental overdose of drugs. She simply didn’t—wouldn’t—believe it.
    Lorna Grant unfortunately wanted nothing to do with what she called Gaia’s ‘conspiracy theory’. In fact, the older woman had gone so far as to accuse Gaia of being the reason her daughter became mixed up with drugs in the first place.
    With no help forthcoming from the police or Angela’s mother, Gaia had decided she would have to do any investigating herself, and the only way she could think of to do that was to get herself a job at Utopia.
    The last thing she had expected was to find herself face to face with Gregori Markovic during her first few days of working here!
    Although having now met him, Gaia could perhaps understand the police’s reluctance to pursue any sort of investigation that might involve this man. Gregori Markovic was without doubt an icy, powerful, scary son of a bitch.
    Oh not outwardly. On the surface he was controlled, smooth, very urbane in his designer-label suit and handmade Italian shoes, and with that overlong dark and tousled hair obviously professionally styled.
    But there was something about his eyes.
    The eyes were the windows to the soul, and this man’s eyes were expressionless, flat, the iris so dark in color it was barely distinguishable from the pupil.
    Gaia had no doubts that whatever—whoever—was behind Gregori Markovic’s gaze, it was coldly decisive and ruthlessly lethal.
    He brushed past her now, leaving a lingering and delicious smell of lemons and sandalwood in his wake as he moved to sit in the black leather chair behind his desk. “You may continue with your search, Miss Miller.”
    Gaia spun quickly around, eyes wide and guilty.
    “For your hairpin,” he drawled with a nod towards the space beneath his desk.
    Gaia glanced down, only to look away again, her cheeks warming as she realized exactly the level her face would be on, if she went back down on her knees beneath the desk the Russian now sat behind.
    Gregori had no idea what possessed him to play with Gaia Miller in this way. Not only was she not his type—he preferred tall and slender blondes—but she was also an employee, and one of the rules of employment here was no fraternization between the staff, or any of the staff and members of Utopia. Gregori made a point himself of never stepping over the employer/employee line with members of his staff.
    In this particular case, a female member of his staff who obviously had something to hide.
    The excuse of cleaning his office may be a true one: it was too easily verified for it not to be. But there was still something decidedly suspicious about Gaia Miller’s behavior.
    Even more reason for him to keep his distance.
    Except, for the moment, he found he didn’t want to.
    Maybe it was that enticing wiggle to her ass that had caught and held his attention. Or her surprisingly curvy figure. Or maybe it was having spent four days with a couple who couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other—Katya and Dair made no secret of the fact that they spent half of the day and most of the night sharing screaming orgasms—but for some reason Gregori had left Venice feeling restless, and with an underlying dissatisfaction for his own solitude.
    That solitude was necessary, of course. His position as head of the powerful Markovic family meant he couldn’t afford to have any weaknesses, such as allowing any woman too close to him.
    When was the last time he had even fucked?
    Before his father died.
    Maybe he would talk to Nikolai and arrange for a couple of women to join them here later tonight, and the two men could have a couple of hours of enjoyable fucking, as they had done dozens of times before he