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"You are stunning,Krasivaya." I run the rose petals across her cheek, down the soft curve of her neck, then drag the rose between her breasts. Glory glances at several of my men standing in the room.
"What's with the extra muscle?"
"I take your safety very seriously. They'll be our escorts tonight."
With a gleam in her eyes, my woman places her palm on my chest as she leans in, bringing her lips near my ear. The smell of her perfume fills my senses. "I have a secret," she whispers; her warm breath grazing my skin causes my cock to stir.
"Tell me," I demand pulling her body flush with mine, not giving a damn that my men are watching our exchange.
She licks at my earlobe. "I'm not wearing anything underneath this dress." Glory teases me, and my fingers flex against the small of her back. The little vixen knows the thought of her pussy being bare will consume my thoughts. Looking around the room, I notice my men's eyes dropping to the floor, acting as if they didn't hear Glory's dirty secret.
"I'm going to redden that sweet ass of yours later," I warn her.
She looks at me, her eyes filled with lust. "Promise?"
10
Glory
As I walk into the restaurant with Demetri's hand resting firmly on the small of my back, I choose to ignore the attention we gain from several of the patrons followed by murmured voices and accusing stares. These people know who Demetri is and it's me they are curious about. Two seconds after stepping through the doors, we're greeted by a middle-aged man wearing a dark gray suit. Adjusting his cufflinks, he steps up to us. "Mr. Volkov, Miss Keller, it's a pleasure to have you dine with us tonight," he greets in a deep Russian accent offering Demetri his hand.
"Thank you, Maksim. I trust my usual table is ready?"
"Of course, Sir, but I would like to inform you the Solov's are in the house tonight." I notice Demetri's body lock up at the mention of the name, but his face remains impassive. Without saying a word, he gives Victor and Sasha a look. Both men nod and make their way to the bar while Demetri and I follow Maksim as he leads us to our table. "Your waiter will be right with you," Maksim says as we take our seats.
Once we are left alone, I ask, "is everything okay? You got pretty tense back there."
"Everything is fine. Maksim informed me that my ex-wife and her family are dining here tonight."
"Should we leave?"
Demetri lifts a brow. "This is my city, Glory. I bow down to no one."
A moment later, we are interrupted by the waiter. He offers me a polite smile before he begins speaking to Demetri in Russian. I don't bother looking over the menu since it's in a different language and allow Demetri to order for me. "Spasibo." Demetri thanks the waiter, handing the menu back to him. He then proceeds to pick up the bottle of wine sitting on the table and pours the red liquid into the empty glasses sitting in front of us. Picking it up, I bring the glass to my lips to take my first sip when a man steps up to mine and Demetri's table. The guy is not very tall standing at maybe five foot seven inches tall. He has broad shoulders and a round belly. He has thinning gray hair and looks to be in his late sixties. His cold dark eyes don't waiver from Demetri. Not once does he acknowledge my presence. Out the corner of my eye, I spot Victor and Sasha stand from the bar and are at Demetri's side in a flash. I remain rooted in my seat while studying the man who has so brazenly interrupted mine and Demetri's date. And given Sasha and Victor's demeanor, I'd say the guy's company is not welcome.
"I'd like a word with you, Volkov," the man spits his demand.
Taking a sip of his wine, then giving him a bored look, Demetri replies. "As you can see, Artem, I am in the middle of having dinner. So, if you will excuse us." The man addressed as Artem clenches his fist at his sides and his face turns red. He doesn't like the fact that he was dismissed.
"Have you forgotten who you're talking to Volkov?" Artem spits, and Demetri's eyes that were on me pan toward Artem. A dark look crosses over his face; one I haven't seen before.
"I know exactly who the hell I am speaking to. It is you who needs reminding." At Demetri's harsh warning, both Sasha and Victor have drawn their weapons and holding then down at their sides. Artem takes notice of the threat then cuts his eyes over his shoulder toward the entrance of the restaurant. I follow his line of sight to see another one of Demetri's men Luca. It's then I also notice the owner looking on with worry but makes no move to interrupt. Knowing the odds are not in his favor, Artem gives Demetri one last menacing look before walking away.
"What was that about?" I hedge the same moment our waiter returns, placing our meal in front of us. I politely thank him then take in the food Demetri has chosen for me. I don't know what it is, but it smells delicious.
"It's Borscht," Demetri tells me.
Picking up my spoon, I bring the first bite of the ruby colored soup to my mouth.Oh my God, that's good.
"I take it you like?" Demetri grins when a moan escapes my mouth on the second bite. Swallowing it down, I wipe my lips with a napkin. "Yes. Very good. Thank you." Satisfied with my response, Demetri goes on to answer the question I asked a minute ago.
"Artem is my former father-in-law."
"Ah," I nod while glancing around the dining room. Knowing his ex-wife is here is driving me nuts. The nosy bitch in me wants to size her up. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious about the woman Demetri was once married to. The way Demetri has described her she sounds like a real peach. When I bring my attention back to Demetri, he has a knowing look on his face.
"Their table is on the other side of the restaurant."
"Whose?" I feign innocence, and he shakes his head. "Whatever," I roll my eyes. "Can you blame me for wanting to get a glimpse at your ex? As a woman, I can't help myself. We're curious creatures by nature. We are talking about the woman you were married to. I have this overwhelming need to size her up and see all the ways you traded up."
