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“And you called him out on it, why?”
“Because you’re taken and I didn’t like the way he was looking at you,” Matt says.
I try to conceal my happiness, but I’m sure he can see the delight dancing in my eyes. I don’t know why the fact that he was jealous, too, makes me feel so much better after that dress shop lady was gawking at him like a piece of meat, but it does. He takes my hand and brings it to his lips, before guiding me down the street as we make our way to check out all the other little shops along the way.
We spend the rest of the morning leisurely making the tourist rounds that we didn’t get to yesterday until we are both hungry and ready for a break.
I take him to one of my favorite cafés for lunch. “What do you recommend?” Matt asks, skimming the menu.
“Here? Definitely thegolubtsy. It’s a cabbage roll with meat inside. So good,” I say.
“Is that what you’d like?”
“Yes, please,” I say as the waiter stops by and Matt orders the dish for each of us along with a glass of bread wine, which is a locally fermented drink popular with the locals.
In moments the waiter has returned with our drinks. Matt picks his up and gestures for me to do the same. “When in Russia,” he says, smiling at me while clinking his glass with mine.
We continue our tour in the afternoon, wandering around the city and stopping for a small treat of chocolate latte and pastry in the early afternoon before we make our way back to my apartment in the late afternoon.
Matt closes the door behind us and pulls me into his arms. “You are so incredibly alive. So beautiful, friendly, funny and sexy,” he says, thumbing his finger across my lower lip. “I want to get to know every single complex part of you,” he says, kissing me as he undresses me. When he’s done and I am left bare in front of him, he suckles each nipple in turn, creating hard peaks of desire. He reaches down, grasping behind my knees, lifting me and my legs lock onto his waist and my arms tighten around his neck as he carries me to bed laying me down, and settling me before beginning to undress as I watch every sinewy muscle in his body displayed for me.
When he is completely nude, my eyes slide to the hardness pulsing between his legs. That is never going to fit inside of my body. It is long, hard, and so delicious looking that my pussy weeps with longing as I look at it. He smirks and slides into beside me, pulling me close. “You’re going to have a long night, sleep for a bit Princess,” Matt says, kissing my lips gently.
* * *
A couple hours later,well rested, we walk outside of the skyrise, me wearing the blue dress he purchased for me and him in a black suit, with a white starched shirt and tie. The doorman tells us to have a nice evening, and Matt tells him to do the same in perfect Russian. Matt opens the back seat of an awaiting limo, makes sure I’m inside, closes my door and walks around and gets in the other side. “Let me put this on you,” he says, taking the seatbelt from my hand, securing me into the soft leather seat, and watching my eyes as he does.
“Where are we going?” I ask as the driver pulls out into the city traffic, the city lights ablaze with life. “It’s a surprise until we get there,” Matt says, taking my hand and stroking the inside of my palm with his forefinger.
Just the touch of his finger gliding over my skin causes me to heat, makes me want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before. I am thinking about what his fingers could do to me, stroking other places like he did before with his tongue when I am pulled from my day dreams.
The car has drawn up to the curb of the most exclusive skyrise in the city and every nerve ending in my body goes on alert. “This is where you’re taking me?” I ask, looking up at the building that my grandfather owns and one of the many places in the city that he will be able to watch me on camera.
8
MATT
We pullup to the most elegant restaurant in Moscow, the one I’ve reserved for us, having to pull more than a few strings to arrange it and she’s looking at me with trepidation, not excitement.
“Marenah, what’s going on? It’s the nicest restaurant in the city. It even overlooks the Moskva River, I thought you would like it,” I say as the valet approaches.
She looks at me and somethings not right, she’s scared. I lift her chin up, and her eyes still don’t connect with mine. “Marenah, tell me what you’re afraid of?”
“We can’t go up to the restaurant. They have cameras. My family will see you with me, and if it gets back to my grandfather, all hell will break loose,” Marenah says.
I don’t fully understand it yet, but I will in time. “Stay here, and out of sight,” I say to her. “Anything goes south you leave me and get her the hell out of here,” I say to the driver as the valet opens the door. I get out of the car, head into the skyrise and to the elevator. They’ve already seen the car pull up. If we leave now, it will alert them that something else is going on and they will have reason for suspicion.
The elevator dings before it opens into the sky level restaurant and the hostess behind the podium. “I just arrived back into the city. Do you have a table available?” I ask in my best Russian accent taking the opportunity to glance around as I wait for her response.
The hostess with short dark spiky hair and a long sleek body smiles and shrugs at me apologetically. “What will you pay?” she asks, batting her eyes, letting me know that if the price is right, she’ll shuffle the tables and accommodate what I want.
“Table or no? It’s early, the dinner crowd isn’t even out,” I say, glancing at my phone which registers only 6 p.m.
“Sorry. We have no tables available this evening or later tonight,” the young brunette says, and I turn, making my way back to the elevator. As it reaches the ground level and opens, there is a crowd of young people coming into the skyrise. “If you’re heading upstairs it’s all full unless you have a reservation,” I say with feigned disgust and I head back to the limo, slide into the passenger seat, and our driver peels away.
“Matt, what happened?” Marenah says.
“Nothing, but only because you told me about the cameras. Our car won’t be a target. They won’t even follow me. Just a man who didn’t make reservations,” I say as I pull her into my arms and the driver moves into the wave of evening city traffic.
