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Would he know I was still a virgin?
Worriedly, I turned my head and gazed out the window, trying to reconcile what was going on inside my mind. I started when his hand wrapped around mine, breaking me free from my thoughts.
“You will be well taken care of, Natasha. I will keep you safe. It is my hope that someday you will be happy by my side, but there is no need to rush into anything,” he murmured, his voice soothing.
My core squeezed tight, and it was at that moment that I realized I was more aroused than I had initially thought. His close proximity was striking, mysteriously dangerous, but infinitely tempting. I turned back to him, wanting to ask the world of him and not really knowing where to begin.
“One step at a time,” he smiled gently. His calm reassurance drew me in, and I lost myself in his gaze for a second before I realized that the limo had come to a stop.
Suddenly, the door opened. I expected someone to help me out of the car, but Sergei did it himself. His fingers on mine were electric, and my breath caught in the back of my throat the moment we made physical contact.
This was myhusbandandthere was definitely a spark of physical chemistry between us.
I pushed my arousal aside as he guided me into the restaurant, and I gasped once the interior came into view. The featured color was red, mixed in with muted greys, blacks, and whites. There was a massive, glowing scarlet chandelier in the center of the restaurant, giving the whole place a decadently luxurious vibe, and I found myself immediately taken by it. For a few seconds, I was distracted so much that I didn’t think about the fact that there was no one else seated.
In fact, there was no one else in the restaurant.
“How big of a favor did the owner owe you?” I asked, my voice trembling a bit.
“A large one,” he smirked. His eyes sparked with pride, and I swallowed hard. This man was far more powerful than I’d realized. It was obvious that he was very well connected and very comfortable with money.
A young Russian woman entered the room, dressed in a simple black dress. Her blonde hair was long, perfectly straight, and her light green eyes were striking.
“Mr. Reznikov. The dressing room is prepared for you, as requested,” she curtsied.
He bowed his head and pulled his arm away from my waist. I saw a hint of reluctance pass over his face as his fingertips lingered on my hip, like he didn’t want to let me go, and I demurely dropped my gaze.
“Elena will get you ready for dinner. Go with her. I’ll be waiting for you,” he said, his voice soft and warm.
“Thank you,” I offered the young woman.
She gestured for me to follow her, and I did, but not before looking over my shoulder atmyhusband. His dark, intense stare caught mine, and a heated shiver passed through me before I turned the corner and was led into a private room in the back.
There were several women waiting for me. One of them knelt down and removed the heels from my feet. Having worn the spiked torture devices all day, it felt positively wonderful to give my sore soles a break. Two women started unlacing the corseted back of my dress without a word. My cheeks pinkened as they bared my back, and two others grabbed my hands and held me steady so that I could step out of it when they pushed the skirt past my hips.
I didn’t say anything when they unhooked my bustier. Shyly, I covered my breasts with my hands, standing there in nothing more than my panties while Elena unzipped a garment bag in the corner. My mouth dropped as she revealed a floor length, scarlet silk gown. There was deep red lace detail along the hem and swirling around the waist, continuing past the hip and all the way down to the bottom. I wasn’t really familiar with any of the fancier designers, but I could tell from first glance that it was probably insanely expensive.
Elena took it off the hanger while someone behind me shucked my panties down past my hips. I squeaked in surprise, unable to do anything about it because my hands were still desperately covering my breasts. My cheeks flushed, my embarrassment probably super obvious, but none of them seemed to notice. Together, they lifted the gown above my head and slowly pulled it down my waist.
My eyes darted around the room, frantically looking for another bag or maybe a box where they might have a sexy pair of lingerie stored or something, but there was nothing, and I was already too mortified about the fact that a half a dozen women had seen me completely naked. I didn’t think anyone had seen me like that since high school, and never all at once.
Someone threaded my toes into another pair of heels, but this one had red bottoms and were much better suited to the shape of my feet. When I placed one foot on the ground, it was like I was standing on a cloud. Honestly, they felt like an absolute dream.
I had worn heels from time to time in mock business interviews in my classes and I had always hated them. Most of the time, I felt like a newborn fawn stumbling through life every time I put them on, but this pair was different. There was no doubt in my mind that they were also really expensive.
The red silk dress wrapped around my waist like a glove. The fabric felt elegant against my skin, and I slowly began to understand why I hadn’t been given anything to wear underneath. The gown fit me perfectly but would likely showcase glaring panty lines had I been wearing them. There would be no hiding my nipples beneath it, especially if they hardened when I was around Sergei.
I blushed and they did exactly that.
Dammit.
One of the women moved behind me and strategically plucked out several bobby pins from my hair so that it cascaded down my back in waves. My dark brown hair was thick, and I was quite proud of its length. Someone lightly shaped it with a comb, and another fussed around the placement of the dress until at long last they deemed me ready and led me back out.
Sergei was waiting by the door, just like he said he would be. He offered his arm, and I smiled shyly as I took it. It was hard to forget I wasn’t wearing anything underneath the gown. Did he know that? Worse, had he planned it?
My pussy clenched hard, and I tried not to admit to myself that maybe a little part of me liked it. Did I even want to like it?
The wetness between my thighs told me that I did as he led me back to the private room at the rear of the restaurant. Several of his men filed into the main lobby, but when the solid wood doors closed behind us, I realized that we would be dining together alone.
