“I was going to introduce you, but a hotel is looking incredibly tempting.”
I rolled my eyes and stepped forward. “You must be Ivan. I’m Gina. Excuse his possessive streak. We’re working on reining it in some.”
George’s hand connected with my ass, and I shot a glare over my shoulder.
“Watch it, Mr. Stone. You’re still on my shit list.”
He smirked and lifted his mug to his mouth, hiding it.
“Ginna.” Ivan shot me a beaming smile that oozed charm. Yep. This guy knew how to melt panties right off. Fortunately, not mine. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Of course, I would have preferred to meet you a few weeks ago. Between you and me if I’d known you looked lik
