Stay With Me (A BWWM Russian Billionaire Romance Novel) (Imani's Russian Billionaire Series Book 1) Read Free Page A

skyline, the tall buildings in the city beautiful at night, in a way that they weren’t during the day. This was his favorite view since coming to America.
    “There’s a woman,” he said in a low voice without turning around.
    Maks laughed, and Vlad finally looked back.
    “A woman has you pent up like this? Vlad, you turn women away every day.”
    “Yes, but not this woman. She was…ethereal.” The other men just looked at Vlad, realizing that he was serious.
    “Why don’t you just ask her to dinner?” Mick asked, with a perplexed look on his face. So far, the other men could not see what the dilemma was.
    “I can’t. I don’t know her name, or where she works. I don’t know anything about her, really.” Vlad slumped down into his chair again, unbuttoning his collar and loosening his tie before taking another sip of the vodka and sitting back.
    “Where did you see her?” Maks asked, matching Vlad’s serious tone.
    “At the photo shoot yesterday.”
    “Well, if she is a model it should be easy to track her down. I’ll call—”
    “She’s not a model. At least, I don’t think she is.”
    “What was she doing there, then?”
    “I don’t know. It looked like she was going to be the subject of the shoot right after mine, but she did not have the look of a model. She was…I don’t know...as soon as I saw her, I knew I had to speak to her, to see her up close.”
    Maks and Mick exchanged another glance; Vlad had never spoken about a woman with such a reverent tone.
    Vlad ran one hand through his hair, causing the thick strands to stand up.
    “I went up to her. I spoke to her. Her skin is the color of dark caramel, and when I came up behind her she smelled so sexy I did not trust myself to look directly into her eyes. And her body …so many beautiful curves, like a real woman should have. Not like these models I see everywhere.” He stopped abruptly and took a large sip from the crystal glass.
    The other two men were silent, listening to Vlad recite this woman’s attributes.
    “I can find her for you,” Maks said after a few moments of silence.
    “How?”
    “I have my ways. Don’t worry about how.” Vlad narrowed his eyes at him.
    “That sounds underhanded, Maks. I don’t want to do anything that could be considered wrong, especially if she found out.” Even as Vlad spoke the words, there was hope in his eyes.
    “It’s not underhanded, my friend. Just tell me everything you remember about her.”
    “I don’t know…”
    “Well, I do ,” Maks interrupted. “The Vlad Sakharov that I know has never pined for a woman before.”
    “I’m not pining…”
    “Yes, you are,” Maks interrupted him again. “I’ll find out who she is, simply because I must see this magical creature that has brought my friend Vlad to heel.”
    Maks and Mick laughed, while Vlad said nothing, secretly hoping Maks actually could find her.

    A half an hour later , Vlad’s executive assistant Karen walked into his office, carrying a stack of papers and looking tired.
    “What are you still doing here?” He asked her, surprised. It was almost eight o’clock, and Karen had a family.
    “Just getting some extra work done but I’m leaving now,” she said with a small smile, as she put the paperwork into the leather bin on his desk for him to read through at his leisure.
    “Okay, have a good night then,” he said, and she waved goodbye.
    She was almost to the door when she turned around quickly. “Oh! I almost forgot. Maks asked me to give this to you before you left for the night.”
    He reached his hand out for the small piece of paper she was extending to him, not able to read what was on it from upside down. Just then the phone rang on his desk. Karen started to reach for it, but hesitated.
    “Go home,” Vlad told her, as he put the small paper inside his jacket pocket.
    She waved again and was gone.
    “Vladislav Sakharov,” he said as he pressed the speaker phone button.
    “Hello, my love.” Vlad