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lock and let herself in. She turned to lock the door again and realized someone was in the room with her. She whirled around to see Dmitri standing in the doorway leading to her kitchen.
    “How the hell did you get in here?” She tried to keep her voice from shaking, though she wasn’t sure if it was with fear or anger…or both.
    He shrugged. “I learned a lot of things from my cousin, but getting through locked doors wasn’t one of them. That I learned myself, when I was just a kid.”
    “This place is a high security building. I pay a lot for that service.”
    He smirked. “So? Very few can let themselves in, as I did. It’s worth the money to keep out most people. I’m not
most people
.”
    Irritated, she snapped, “Fine. Note to self: new man can break into any high security establishment. Could be useful.”
    He watched her closely as she tossed her coat onto the couch.
    “I’ve got to get into some weekend clothes.”
    “Is that why you told me to wear jeans?”
    She nodded, eyeing the black leather bomber jacket on the dining room table.
    “Yeah. Good choice with the jacket. And the boots. We’re going to be in some rough places. You’re going to be tested just because you’re with me. You don’t want them to think you’re a pussy.”
    He barked out a laugh.
    “I can’t think of the last man who called me that…not one who is still alive, at any rate.”
    She glanced back at him over her shoulder as she headed into her bedroom to change.
    “I don’t know whether I should believe you or not.”
    His lips twitched. “Your choice.”
    Almost two hours later, Alexandra pulled into a spot that looked too small for her SUV, and parked partially on a snow bank. Light and noise streamed out of the door of the bar each time someone went in or out. They had stopped for a quick burger and fries at a small local diner along the way. Dmitri studied how she was changing before his eyes, becoming less the polished businesswoman and more the edgy biker queen Ivan had sent him to deal with.
    This is going to be a rough ride. At some point I’m going to have to decide if this wildcat’s worth the trouble. For now, I’m leaning towards yes.
    With that he followed her up to the entrance, past the few bikes tricked out to deal with the incessant snow and ice of Minnesota winters. She pushed open the door to show him her other self.
    She was recognized at once. There were calls to her from many of the people in the place. She pulled Dmitri by the hand as she smoothly made her way over to the bar, smiling and nodding at those who called her name as she passed.
    Once at the bar she grabbed the beer the bartender had already poured for her and downed half of it in one long gulp. She turned and acknowledged the cheers with a loud belch before she delicately licked the foam off her upper lip.
    “Hey guys! It’s been too long, right? I want you all to meet the owner of my new favorite cock. His name is Dmitri and he’s Russian. And man, does he know about keeping this woman happy!”
    She made a big show out of adjusting her skin-tight jeans.
    “It’s hard to keep my clothes on when he’s around. But since this here is a family place,” she laughed along with the loud yelling and catcalls that greeted those words, “I’ll try to keep my pants on…for now.”
    She waved her hand at the people who were sitting close to or at the bar. “These here are my people, Dmitri. I’ve handpicked who rides with me,” she winked at her riders then leered at them, “And it wasn’t just my hand I used to pick the best ones!”
    More loud laughter. Alexandra turned to Dmitri, “So what are you drinking?”
    The bartender was already pushing another beer towards her almost empty glass.
    “Wodka,” he said in a loud, gruff voice.
    Some of the men’s eyebrows rose and one of the women yelled out, “Better be careful with that stuff! With you drinking the hard stuff and her drinking beer, you try matching her