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ever talked to him the way she had. Her tongue was sharp and her mind was quick. It was really a knockout combination.
    Oksana suddenly strolled into his bedroom. “Get your stupid ass out of bed.”
    “Who let you in?”
    “Your spare key did.” She put her foot on his bed and began to shake it.
    He rolled over, giving her his back. “Remind me to have the locks changed.”
    “You and I need to talk.”
    Now he was awake. It occurred to him that it was possible Susan had felt compelled by some girl code to tell his sister they had fucked. If that was the case, Kirill was in for the lecture of a lifetime. Except this did not feel like Oksana ready to give him hell. More like she was about to lecture him in a preventative fashion.
    He sat up. “What do you want now?”
    “I want to talk about my friend Susan.” Oksana crossed her arms over her chest and looked belligerent.
    He scooted up and rested his shoulders against his headboard.
    He made a face. “You want to talk about how her personality is so much better than yours? Then the answer is yes. It is.”
    “Ha! No. I want to talk about you keeping your dick in your pants.”
    “I thought you told me she was far too smart to get mixed up with a loser like me.” He waved his hand. “Or something along those lines.”
    She cursed in Russian. “She is. Except when she’s going through some personal stuff, you know?”
    “No. I don’t. But I have a feeling you’re about to enlighten me, so I’ll try not to fall back to sleep.”
    “God, you’re an asshole!” she muttered in Russian. Then she switched back to English. “I’m talking about the fact that Susan feels super vulnerable right now because she just got worked over by this asshole she works with.”
    “What?” He attempted to look bored, but in reality he was piecing together his observations about Susan’s behavior.
    “This guy she works with kept poking fun at her, telling her she was fat and ugly. He made a lot of jokes at her expense and spread them around the office. She works in finance, so I think he called her the cash cow. I don’t know.” She rolled her eyes. “It was something totally stupid, but Susan took it pretty hard.”
    “Any woman would.” He kept his tone flippant. “You’re all a bunch of shallow wenches who spend half of every day worrying about what everyone else thinks about your shoes.”
    “Seriously? That’s what you come up with?” Oksana unceremoniously kicked him in the shin.
    “I’m sorry, what did you want me to say?” He held out his arms. “It sounds like Susan could use my services. I’ll tell her how sexy she is, give her a few good romps between the sheets and build up her confidence. It’s like a public service!”
    “Why am I surprised that you think a one night stand with a player like you would help things? She needs a good guy for a long term relationship. I think I’ve got some people in mind. I just need her to be confident enough in her own appeal to be willing to give them a chance.”
    “So you steer her toward Nicolai ?” Even the thought of that little bastard putting his hands all over Susan’s curves made Kirill grind his teeth in irritation. “I thought you just said you didn’t want her to be with a player?”
    “Nicolai is harmless and you know it.” Oksana shook her head sadly. “The man is good looking and he’s a decent lay, but he has zero interest in a woman past that first time.”
    “And you think that will make Susan feel more confident?” Kirill frowned. “There’s a flaw in your logic, sister.”
    “I don’t think she’s going to sleep with Nicolai. But she’s going to know that she could, and that will make her feel good about herself.” Oksana seemed to have that nonsense all figured out.
    “That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” He didn’t like that idea for more than one reason, but he wasn’t about to list them for Oksana.
    “So my point is that your little stunt last