Kiss of Ice (St. James Family) Read Online Free PDF

there to see it.”
    “ Jana Stephens?” Annata couldn't contain a giggle from escaping. It was all too much. Looked like the socialite was someone in the Van der Kind family's type, but not Christophe's. One giggle turned into many and she doubled over with laughter. She realized how tightly she had been wound ever since Christophe had shown up at the Christmas party. Shit, since William had told her he was retiring. A good laugh felt great. Christophe watched her over the top of his glass, his eyes dancing in amusement. “Jana Stephens is so...so...beautiful!” she finally got out, still laughing.
    “ Kat seems to think so,” he answered, straight-faced.
    “ You don't think so?” she asked, swiping at her eyes with her free hand.
    “ No.” He shook his head. “My type is a little more exotic than that.”
    “ Oh? Really?” She took a drink, her throat suddenly dry after her laughing spell. She imagined that brazen Brazilian girls were more his type. Or girls like Vivica—beautiful messes. “Is that why you went to Brazil?”
    “ I went to Brazil because The Old Man asked me to go,” he said. “But the women were definitely a plus.”
    “ So you and William had been planning that buyout for awhile.” Annata ran her finger through the condensation on her glass. Christophe continued watching her, silent. Her forehead creased as a thought came to her. “What about the women?”
    Now it was his turn to laugh.
     
    ***
     
    Of course. Of course, she wanted to know about the women he'd been with. Christophe didn't want to talk about them with Annata. She didn't seem to realize that the woman of his dreams, his type, was sitting right in front of him. A powerful tigress who would snap and growl at him and make him feel alive. Someday, he hoped she would lower her defenses. Even if she didn't, he wouldn't stop wanting her. The laughter died on his face. What if she never opened up to him? He would have to give up on her eventually, he supposed.
    “ What do you want to know?” he asked. She shifted in her seat and took a drink. He could tell she was deciding what to ask, and whether or not she wanted to ask it.
    “ Do they really wear thong string bikinis?” she finally said.
    Christophe smiled. “Oh yes. Yes, they do.” He drained his glass. “I can bring you a thong bikini if you want.”
    “You're crazy. Can you see me in one of those?” she said, shaking her head. He coughed as a naughty vision of Annata topless, in a gold thong bikini, on a beach in Brazil, materialized in his brain. Her hands, fingernails long and red, covered her nipples...he coughed again, trying to clear his brain. All of his blood was suddenly rushing to his dick. She watched the change come over his face and she snaked out her foot to kick him lightly in the shin. “Nevermind! Forget I said anything.” He caught her foot at the ankle and pulled it into his lap.
    “ Nope. Can't.” He stroked the skin that under her ankle bone, above her black leather pumps. She poked her sexy tongue out at him. The vodka tonic was definitely loosening her up, he mused. “What color of thong would you prefer? I'm thinking gold maybe...or red?” She kicked her foot at him, but he held fast to her ankle. She made a sharp sound as she inhaled a quick breath.
    “ That tickles, you jerk!”
    “ Or maybe purple. You like purple don't you?” He slid her pump off the end of her heel and ran his finger down the arch of her foot. She squirmed in her seat. He grinned. He loved making her squirm. “I remember that lacy blouse you used to wear.”
    “ I still wear that blouse,” she said, her voice strained. He slid her shoe all the way off. Her toes were painted a deep shade of violet. He chuckled.
    “ Definitely purple.” He traced a circle on her arch.  “I'll bring you a purple thong bikini, but you have to promise to wear it.” She bit her lip as he began kneading the pad of her foot. “Most of the girls wear just the bottoms and go