Page 55 of Dimitri
"The matter is as you say it, done and over with." The determination was stamped on his handsome face, and she knew it was futile arguing.
"And when I'm finished at court?" She demanded, rounding on him, her hands planted on her hips, eyes blazing. "What then?"
"You take a cab. You said you had no other appointment for the day. And it's going to snow."
The older couple watched them in fascination, smiles on their faces.
"You're not going to control every damn thing—"
"Just the ones I am able to." Looking over at his grandparents, he nodded, before crossing to take her arm. "You did say you are running late."
"Dimitri—" She tried another tack and planted her feet. "Be reasonable, darling." She saw when he started at the endearment and knew she was getting through. "I promise to drive extra careful, observing all the posted speed limits. I just need to have a vehicle at my disposal at all times."
"Good try." He actually smiled. "You use your wiles and my weakness perfectly, but I'm still driving you."
Her eyes glittered, and she abandoned all pretense at seduction. "For how long?"
"As long as the weather is like this."
"Fine." She huffed. "I hope you enjoy your role as chauffeur."
"I intend to," he told her calmly.
Spinning out of his hold, she nodded to his grandparents and marched out of the room.
"She's upset," Elizabeth observed, tongue in cheek.
"Yes, she is. I'm going to enjoy talking her out of it." He tugged on his gloves and flashed them a smile.
"You're a very brave man."
"Just a prudent one. She's how do you say it?" He twirled a hand in the air. "Reckless behind the wheel. I won't lose her. I shall get out there before she finds a way to drive the vehicle without the key fob."
"Doesn't she have the key for her vehicle?" His grandmother inquired, eyes twinkling.
He held up another key fob. "I confiscated it when she was not looking."
"You're going to pay for that," his grandfather predicted.
"I'm certain I will." With a wave, he strode from the room.
Alvin crossed over to wrap his arms around his wife, tucking her into the curve of his shoulders as emotions overwhelmed her.
Outside, Dimitri unlocked the car and watched in resigned amusement as his stubborn and willful fiancée yanked the back door open and got in.
"Chauffeur it is then," he murmured lightly as he went behind the wheel. Adjusting the mirror so he could look at her, he smiled when she studiously ignored him and opened herbriefcase. Whistling softly, he called up a famous Russian opera singer and let the melody flow through the vehicle. A grin touched his lips when he noticed the displeasure on her spectacular face and wondered what she would have to say if he told her he had been briefly involved with the singer.
He decided it was information best left unsaid.
Allison could not concentrate on the brief she was studying. She was furious with him and the damn music was making her crazy. But she was certainly not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was affected. Oh no! She was going to suffer in silence.
She gritted her teeth when he slowed down at the amber light. If it were left up to her, she would have breezed through.
Clamping her lips shut, she trained her eyes on the words that had become blurry. When she looked up again, he was slowing down at another light that had just turned amber. At this rate, she was going to arrive at the office when she was ready to give birth. The man was aggravating her.
"Something wrong?"
She had been so mired down in frustrated anger; she had not noticed him watching her through the mirror.
