Page 175 of Hate to Love You
“Dance?” She says, raising her brows at me. “And no, unlike Heather, I don’t require a tequila shot.”
The snippy little way she says it, paired with the way her eyes narrow at me, makes me chuckle.
If she only knew how angry I am right now…
But I don’t want her to see that. So instead, I take her hand, and lead her out onto the dance floor, spinning her into me in tandem with the music.
“Your sister seems really nice,” Abby chuckles, tilting her head and batting her lashes at me.
Somehow, it’s her sarcasm that pulls me back from my spiral of anger.
“Nah, Polina is actually a huge cunt,” I snort, looking down at the mysterious creature in my arms. “No one likes Polina.”
“I mean, someone did,” Abby shrugs.
“What was that?” I ask, raising my brow.
Did she just admit to it? Right here?
“Well, I mean she was married to Igor,” Abby says, her cheeks flushing. “But then again, even the devil likes company I suppose.”
I grin.
“Funny, that part is true actually,” I growl, leaning in to whisper against her ear. “I do enjoy company.”
“Are you saying you’re the Devil, Roman Antonov?”
“I could be,” I reply, clicking my tongue. “Why, are you afraid, Abigail?”
A wicked grin spreads across her face.
“No, but you should be.”
“And why is that?”
“Because,” she says, biting her lip. “I want your job.”
I don’t know if it’s the look in her eyes, or the terrifying remorselessness with which she says it, that turns me on so much, but I’m convinced I have never wanted her more.
“You know, you might be the most fascinating woman I’ve ever met,” I say quietly, spinning her around as the tempo in the song picks up.
“If you’re expecting me to self-deprecate all over this expensive dress that you paid for, Mr. Antonov, you should know that I personally think I’m adorable.”
“Oh, I don’t disagree.”
“Good, then—”
“But you’re a liar, Abigail,” I say, dipping her. The arrogance evaporates from her face instantly.
“Now you have a choice,” I whisper, pulling her back up and into my arms before spinning her again. “You can either play coy, or you can come clean. The choice is up to you.”
Abby stares at me, blinking rapidly. But just as she opens her mouth to respond, she’s interrupted…by Cal.
“We have a problem,” he whispers to me. “Cillian isn’t here.”
My stomach immediately drops.
“But he was confirmed on the list?”