Free Only One Man Will Do by Fiona McGier Page A

there. I wonder which one of them he’ll go home with. And why should I care? I don’t wanna be tied down to just him…so he’s gotta be free to fuck other women too, right? But if he does, should I make him start using a condom? Or should I figure that as long as it’s one of my friends, she’s clean? But if it’s not someone I know? Then what? And how will I know?
    Alexandra was so busy with her thoughts she didn’t hear her Father approaching her from behind. When he cleared his throat she turned and almost swallowed her tongue.
    “Alex, I’ve been looking for you all over! I know you don’t like when I introduce you to men not directly in our business, but this man here represents a conglomerate of interests from Russia. They aren’t big in the US market yet, but if they ever get to the point where they need our expertise, it would be nice if we knew we would be in the running at least for an interview. Isn’t that right, Dmitri?”
    Dmitri wore a European-styled power suit so tailored to him it had to be hand-made. It flawlessly hugged every part of his body, accentuating his broad shoulders and tapered waist. The trousers had generous pleats in the front for a smoother line, amply covering up what Alexandra knew was under them, making her mouth go dry as she forced herself to not stare. His shoes looked to be hand-tooled Italian leather Oxfords, and his conservative tie was held in place by a tack with a diamond encrusted on it. As he held out his hand to shake hers, Alexandra idly noticed the cuff links on his sleeves had the same diamonds on them as his tie tack. The overall impression she got from looking at him was this was a man born to wealth, who only walked among the plebeians when he had to; otherwise he stayed on Mount Olympus, within his own social group.
    She tried to speak, but had no voice. She cleared her throat and tried again, her hand still held in Dmitri’s massive paw as both men waited patiently for her to acknowledge him.
    “I’m please to meet you, mister…” she began then turned to her dad, her hand still being held. “What did you say his name was?”
    “Dmitri Illyanovich.” Her father smiled at the man. “I did pronounce it right, didn’t I?”
    For Dad to be so ingratiating, he’s totally under Dmitri’s spell! Either that, or I’ve been played for a fool in a major way. What the fuck?
    Alexandra felt her face begin to hurt as the fake smile she wore caused muscle fatigue. Her eyes searched Dmitri’s face but he kept up the act of never having met her before.
    “This is your lovely daughter who runs your company, Mister Blackstone? You are indeed a lucky man, to have produced such beauty. Yet for her to be as intelligent as the head of your firm is known to be, must be a source of inordinate pride for you.”
    Dmitri bent his head down to kiss the back of her hand. “I’m honored to meet you, Miss Blackstone. I hope that in the future I can become important enough to merit some of your attention.”
    Feeling her father’s eyes on her, she bit back her sarcastic responses and replied in a tone she hoped was neutral. “I hope so also. Father so rarely introduces me to men who can present me with an interesting challenge…” she hesitated a split second before continuing, “…in the workplace.”
    While they stared at each other, Alexandra’s father glanced across the room to announce, “Ah, I see my wife is signaling to me from the entrance to the dining room. Would you consider joining us at our table, Mister Illyanovich?”
    Without taking his eyes away from the stare-down with Alexandra, Dmitri replied smoothly, “If there is room at your table for one more diner, I’d be honored to join you tonight.”
    He turned to smile at the senior Blackstone. “And please, call me Dmitri.”
    “Excellent! And you can call me Thomas. I’ll tell my wife we need to save two seats. Come join us when you’re ready.”
    Dmitri watched as Thomas strode across the