Claimed By The Russian Billionaire

“Pull yourself together,” Mary hissed at herself as she went to the kitchen, “I can barely recognize this excited schoolgirl persona you are putting on right now I swear”

A delicious aroma filled the entire kitchen, and Leander needed no directions to find the source. He took a deep breathe just before entering. If it had seemed unreal before, all of a sudden it felt or scented pleasantly real now.

They both avoided each other’s eyes at the small, round kitchen table, Mary not eating and Leander picking gingerly through the food, aware that she was watching him.

“Excuse me asking, but you are new around here aren’t you?” Mary asked, finally breaking the uneasy silence.

“Yes,” Leander replied, “I literally just arrived.”

Mary smiled at his pun, “cus I ain’t seen you around before” she thought there was something awfully familiar about him but she could not put her finger on it. The blue azure eyes perfectly set in his sculpted face was certainly something any woman would remember. Perhaps he was some sort of spy she thought playfully, come to save her from her distress, but she was in no obvious danger except the danger of falling head over heels in lust with a perfect stranger. She thought not to ask him, knowing he would reveal himself, if at all when he was ready.

Leander, on his part, felt his head getting clearer, and was grateful for the meal. It was just delicious enough to keep him from staring at her partly exposed cleavage which he could see were quite innocently put before him. Now that the ever increasing bulge in the pants that she had given him was safely hidden under the table, he was scared that his rising temperature borne of the hormones raging in his body would give him away. He wondered if human beings could sense such things, and he decided that was possible only if they were close; real close, which was right where he wanted this strange, kind, chocolate brown woman who was effortless more sexy than most women were on purpose. He decided to ingratiate himself.

“You have a beautiful home.” he said, trying to smile and at the same time avoid staring.

“No I don’t” Mary said giggling slightly, “but thank you for the remark”

Leander giggled as well knowing that he had been caught out. She was confident, he realized, and funny. She had already shown how brave she could be by letting him in. He wondered what she was doing in a place like this. The ladies he knew who were like her were video vixens, making a living or a nuisance of themselves by invading men’s fantasies.

He felt a little bit more relaxed, but the meal was almost at an end and Leander was sure he was going to get found out for the lecherous fiend he was. He kept his head down like a good little boy as she, to his surprise, cleared his plates. However he did not cheat himself out of an eyeful of her perfectly formed back which started rounded at the shoulders but curved exquisitely inwards to her waist and then sharply outwards to begin formation of the most sublime of butts. The languid manner in which her silver, silk nightgown lay over her voluptuous frame, ending halfway along her smooth rounded thighs gave an added seductive touch to the situation, and Leander was aware again of that sensation of the unreal. He wondered if his forebears when not punishing him with some ultra-real illusion for switching from Good Ol’ Russian Vodka to American Martinis, and he half expected to wake up beside a dumpster in some back alley somewhere, with a homeless guy urinating on his head.

Mary, on her part, was somehow disappointed that the meal was at an end. She was not so sure she wanted to part ways with this handsome stranger, who spoke with a faint, foreign accent just yet. The accent fed the spy theory somewhat but she laughed, knowing it remained far-fetched. He had kept his eyes down the whole time, and had avoided her eyes at all costs, she had observed. He had been on his best behavior, but she was very sure there lay a rascal beneath all that façade-maybe even a cruel one! The coldness of the water as she cleaned the plates did nothing for the heat coursing through her veins at the moment. She tried to make chit-chat.

“My brother’s clothes look good on you.” she said without turning.

“Thanks,” Leander said, with that foreign accent she found so intriguing “They certainly do the trick.”