“Three people died on my watch. I must take some responsibility.”
“Don’t do that to yourself. It would be a rough path to walk down.”
He quirked his brows as if considering what I said.
The elevator doors opened.
We stepped onto it with his guards. One of the guards slipped a key into a hole under the building’s other buttons. The doors closed. The elevator beeped when he twisted the key.
We rose. When the elevator stopped, the doors opened directly into Dima’s living room.
“This is lovely.” I stepped inside and wasn’t shocked by the luxury décor and sleek style. I expected it all. He had thirteen foot ceilings and high arched windows. And there was masterful space design and French Oak flooring.
However, what did shock me was his book shelf.
I raised my eyebrows, let go of his hand, and walked over to it. Most of the six shelves highlighted leather bound books. Yet, on the third shelf there’d been space made for three bright colored and very worn out paperbacks.
I grinned and picked them up. “Have you read these too?”
“I did. I’ll need more soon.”
“Well as your helpful librarian, let me jump on that.”
“Good, but first I would like you to jump on my cock.”
“Dima.”
Smiling, he took my hand back and guided me away. “Those last three books were interesting.”
I hit him with a skeptical look. “Oh really?”
“First we hand an obsessive billionaire that put his lover in a bird cage.”
“Oh. I remember that story. It was a weird one.”
“The next book was about a sweet nurse falling for a playboy doctor.”
“And the third one?”
“A gangster capturing an innocent book nerd’s heart.”
I chuckled. “Which one did you like the most? The gangster and the book nerd?”
“The gangster was my least favorite. He didn’t impress me at all.” Dima stalked forward. “My favorite was the billionaire and the bird cage.”
“Why?”
“I get the essence of his obsession.” He stopped and slipped his gaze down my body. “I understand the addiction that comes after tasting something so irresistible.”
My body shivered from his words, remembering the twists and turns of his tongue on my pussy. “Hmmm.”
“I plan on tasting you some more.”
Someone cleared their throat behind me.
Dima didn’t move his gaze from me. “I’m sorry, Rose. My butler, Edwin has decided to interrupt this important moment.”
“Your dinner is ready to be served, sir.”
Dima looked his way. “I didn’t ask for dinner.”
“I understand, sir. But I have my orders.”
Dima sighed. “My mother is not your boss. I am. I thought we made that clear already.”
“We did, sir. But she told me that I was to listen to her also, and that you would never harm me. That all of your threats were baseless because you liked me.”
“And she wanted you to tell me that part too?”
“Yes, sir.”
I turned around.
Edwin wore a freshly pressed gray waistcoat with his black pants, white shirt, and gray bowtie. White gloves covered his hands as he held a silver tray. Two glasses of champagne sat on top of it.
He walked over and handed me one. “Ms. Walsh, it’s nice to meet you. The chef is wondering if you are a vegetarian or have any dietary restrictions.”
“She doesn’t.” Dima took his glass.
Edwin waited for my response.
“He’s correct.”
Edwin nodded. “Dinner will be served out on the balcony.”
“At my mother’s request also?”
“Yes, sir. She has demanded that we make sure you always eat by the moonlight. The waves are supposed to soothe you.” Edwin gave a half bow and walked away.
Dima frowned and drank some of his champagne.
I smiled. “Your mother is worried about you.”
“And she likes to control everything, including my staff.”
“Interesting. That must be where you get that from.”
Dima took another sip and then took my hand. “Are you hungry?”
“I am. Someone ruined my dinner earlier.”
He chuckled. “Such a pity.”
22
Caviar Moans
Rose
H
e led me through his massive living room and toward opened glass doors. I heard the roaring of waves as we walked onto his balcony. The space was dimly lit as candles danced around us. A long table took up a large part of the balcony.
“Dima, this is really breathtaking.” I set my glass down.
He did too.
I walked to the edge of the balcony. Far below, dark waves crashed against the moonlit sand. A breeze lifted some of my hair. “You’re lucky to have this view.”
He held me from behind. “I’m luckier to have you here. Your presence makes me. . .”
I turned around in his arms and pressed my breasts against his chest.
He grunted. “You make feel comfortable.”
Noise sounded from the side.
Dressed in pale yellow suits, three servants carried plates, silverware, and platters of food to the table. Savory scents rose in the air. I spotted lobster claws among steamed oysters covered in herbs.
Edwin stepped onto the balcony, carrying a huge platter. It must have been at least thirty inches long. Piles of various types of caviar covered the long tray. Slices of tropical fruit outlined the piles.