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“On dumayet, chto my glupyye.” [He thinks we’re stupid.] Viktor whispered to me, and I shook my head, amused.
I mimicked Viktor, crossing one leg over the other, and ice clinked in my glass as I added more vodka. “We are going to have our eyes on you the entire time, Colsen. You know just in case you screw up.”
A frown played around his lips. He didn’t seem to like the fact that we doubted his abilities, but I didn’t get this far because I'm interested in what people like him think. He opened his mouth to say something but was suddenly interrupted by a soft knock on the door.
I swirled the vodka in my glass and Viktor rubbernecked as if he could see through the opaque wooden frame. With a sigh, I commanded with a single word.
“Enter.”
The shiny brass knob turned, and a young woman stepped into the room.
Flowers, summer, and vanilla consumed the stench of masculinity, alcohol, and cigar smoke. Eliminating the smell like it was never there.
My hand stilled over the glass and my eyelids narrowed.
She was everything delicate. Everything feminine. From the soft features of her almond-shaped eyes to the fullness of pink cupid’s bow lips, and the rich healthy glow of her blonde hair packed into a sleek elegant bun at the nape of her neck. Soft, curly tendrils danced around her heart-shaped face, fuck, she looked like an angel.
Her warm, whiskey-colored gaze coasted the room, from Viktor’s disinterested look to Andy’s inquisitive peering, and then lingered on mine.
It felt like a collision of two worlds, fire and ice, beauty and scars, amber and blue. I wasn’t sure where it came from, but something like an electric current fizzed in the air. And my intuition was that she felt it too.
Her fingers tightened around the white clipboard, but she didn’t tear her eyes away. Blunt nails, free from polish, and long, velvety eyelashes that stuck out like a tiny fan above her eyes. Her uniform, plain and navy-blue did nothing to hide her slender figure and curves in all the right places.
I tilted my chin and raised an eyebrow, and that snapped her out of whatever trance she’d fallen into.
She cleared her throat and smiled.
It was as bright as the sun's rays in the morning and reached depths of my soul that I thought had become accustomed to wallowing in darkness, making my breath hold for a fraction of a second.
The presence of this woman not only disturbed me. It awakened a flickering desirous flame that wasn’t going to die out anytime soon. I was intrigued and fascinated. So far, she was the only woman who had managed to snag my full attention without even trying.
“Good evening, gentlemen ...” her honey voice floated through the silence. “Welcome to Le Coin Brulet. I’m Juliana, your waitress for tonight, and I’m here to take your orders.”
“Juliana...” her name rolled out effortlessly from my tongue. She lowered her head, pretended to crosscheck the clipboard, and shifted uncomfortably.
She looked up. “Yes, sir?”
I dropped the glass of vodka on the table, ice cubes now forgotten, and swiped a thumb across my lower lip. “Tell us, what can you recommend?”
“Everything you like, sir.” Her eyes widened the slightest bit and color rose to her cheeks. Judging by how flustered she was, she blurted that without thinking.
“Everything?” Now, I didn’t hide my smile. I shared a look with Viktor, but he wasn’t finding our little exchange as amusing as I did. I turned back to her. “Tell me, krasotka,” [pretty one] “how do you know the things I like?”
She blushed even harder and muttered something under her breath that sounded like some PG13 curses. “It’s not ...” she exhaled and restarted. “My sincerest apologies. I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. Of course, I don’t know what you like.”
I stroked my chin. She was getting bold.
“I couldn’t possibly. You’re our special guest—guests, I mean.” Her eyes jammed mine. “And my boss has made sure you have the best of everything. So, he prepared a special menu for you.”
Without pausing, she began to read out the menu and listed several dishes that I liked. But my interest lay elsewhere. In her self-confidence and the solid ball security, she had, in the face of my charms. No batting of eyelashes, no nibbling of lips, no hidden sexual innuendo in her words. Nothing at all.
She intentionally blocked me out, wearing professionalism as if it were latex gloves that stuck to her creamy complexion.
I trailed the smooth skin under my nostrils with a finger. She had more spine than bootlicking Colsen, who watched the brief dialogue exchange between us with more caution than Viktor could care about.
Andy placed the order on our behalf and in a blink, she pivoted on her heels and disappeared out of the door.
I inclined on the sofa with a resolve.
