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Chapter Three
    “Alexander Denisov,” he introduced himself confidently. His demeanor was professional, assertive and downright sexy. Alanna’s eyes swept up and down, as she took him in. At five foot nine inches, she considered herself tall. With her heels, it brought her up to six feet and this man dwarfed her as he smiled down at her. The cut of his suit fit him to perfection leaving her to wonder if he had it made or simply altered.
    He had an easy smile that made his eyes crinkle, as he blinked deep blue eyes at her. As he reached to shake her hand, she took in his dark, wavy brownish-black hair and she found herself wondering if it was as thick and soft as it looked..
    “You know, they say that a person’s eyes are the windows to their souls,” he commented smoothly, as he held her hand. Her cheeks reddened when she caught his smile, which seemed to indicate that he noticed her staring. She felt nervous, as if he could read her thoughts and given the thoughts she was currently having, she worried at how much she was giving away.
    Alanna wanted to melt when he offered his pearly white smile. She wondered if his plump lips felt as soft as they looked. She fought the urge to close her eyes when she smelled his woodsy, tantalizing cologne.
    She stood there frozen. She hadn’t meant for the interview to start around an awkward silence, but for whatever reason, she found herself completely tongue-tied. Well, one very specific reason. The very sexy Mr. Alexander Denisov.
    “Please sit, Ms. Vella,” he said in his foreign accent as he tugged lightly at her hand and drew her over to the chairs in front of his desk. Sitting down, she dropped her briefcase on the floor and winced when it made a loud thump.
    “He must think I’m a mute or worse,” she worried, as she scolded herself silently, ordering her brain to get it together.
    “Please, call me, Alanna,” she urged him suddenly finding her tongue. He shuffled some papers on his desk and studied one on the top.
    “I have your resume right here…Alanna.” Her name seemed to roll off his tongue as he cocked his head downward, but turned his gaze back to her.
    She felt his stare on her and instantly blushed. Her thoughts ran rampant from running her hands up and down his body to how wild sex with him might be.
    “By now, you’ve probably figured out that I’m the owner of the company. The position is for an executive secretary and you would be answering to me,” he informed her confidently.
    She smiled in response and he continued his seemingly well-rehearsed speech.
    “In 2006, I started this company from nothing with two employees and now, it has grown to be one of the top grossing companies in this industry,” he said proudly. “If you come to work for me, you will soon see that it is as though everyone here is family and I like to keep it that way. I see you’ve done work like this before,” he continued, as he moved through points of interest on her resume.
    “And you are definitely more than qualified for this position.” Alanna found that she was unable to look at him without fantasizing so she kept her head down until she felt the intensity of his stare. Looking up, she felt her cheeks heat up as she fumbled with her pen sending it to the floor in front of her.
    She wondered once again if he could see the mental images she concocted of the two of them going at it. She wanted him and his sexy business suit and sensual cologne only added to how she felt.
    “You don’t have to be nervous,” he started. “I assure you, I don’t bite. Much.”
    He grinned and watched as Alanna retrieved her pen from the floor. She slid it into her briefcase and looked at him, as he rose and began to pace. His voice remained calm and assured as he talked about the company and its mission statement. 
    “It’s a tough position, Alanna, I won’t lie to you. The job requires many hours and hard work. Still, it pays very well for the right