Free The Russian's Stubborn Lover (The Fedosov Family Series Book 1) by Leslie North Page A

I will stand by my original answer of ‘No’ and I’ll be able to look myself in the mirror come Monday morning.”
    Dmitry was surprised to hear the veiled anger in her voice. What he had suggested was perfectly reasonable and solved many of their problems. He could have an ongoing relationship with her. First he had the company to think about and then he had the boards of directors to consider. Both took preference over a blonde bombshell of a woman that had his blood racing and other parts of him yearning to see some action.
    Julia pushed herself off his lap and headed back towards the house.
    “Julia, come back here. We are not finished having our discussion.”
    Julia didn’t even turn around. She flipped her middle finger at him and hollered back over her shoulder, “Screw you! Your proposition stinks! See you in the office on Monday!”
    Dmitry watched her walk back confused as to what he had said that had angered her so quickly. He had suggested a perfect answer to both their physical chemistry and the needs of the company. He had done nothing wrong!
    He continued to sit beneath the tree, letting the different options before him play out in his mind. Finally, he stood, deciding that Julia’s refusal of his proposal was most likely for the best. He needed to concentrate fully on the business at hand, and she would only be a distraction he would come to resent. No, she had been right in refusing him. He would return to his city apartment tomorrow and then keep his interaction with her to business only.
     

Chapter 12
     
    Julia went directly to the kitchens and spent the rest of the morning with Mrs. Padrov, learning more Russian phrases and how to cook several Russian pastries.
    When lunchtime rolled around, she ate I the kitchen with Mrs. Padrov, despite her insistence that she join Dmitry in the dining room.
    After lunch she retired to her rooms for a nap, calling down for a sandwich to be brought to her for dinner as she was not feeling well enough to eat downstairs.
    Mrs. Padrov had personally brought up the sandwich and given her a very suspicious glance when she neither looked sick, nor was running a fever.
    “Why are you hiding from Dmitry?” she asked, getting right to the point.
    “I’m not hiding from anyone. I’m simply trying to rest up, and I wasn’t feeling very well earlier. Thank you so much for bringing me a light dinner up.”
    Mrs. Padrov muttered in Russian and then nodded and left the room.
    Julia spent the remainder of the evening answering emails and sending new ones to her friends back home.
    There was another insidious email from David Jenkins, but she scanned it an then sent it to the trash bin. Once again, he was insinuating that he had discovered a gross miscalculation on her part and would be taking his findings to the bosses. Would the man never stop?
    She answered several other emails from her bosses at work, including the one asking for the recent report she had filed. The companies were doing a joint venture on a property down in South Africa, and part of the report she had put together had the initial investment and return data she had calculated.
    She had made several suggestions for ways to mitigate any losses and still retain high profits after taxes. She was hoping that at least some of her suggestions would be taken to heart, and she had included a paper on several technological advancements that she had run across on the internet.
    None of the strategies were currently being employed by either company, so there would be an initial expense to set up the system, but then it would all be gravy.
    She finally turned off the light and went to bed, dreaming about a gray eyed man with black hair and fingers that knew just where to touch her to garner a response.
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    Dmitry knew exactly what Julia was doing when