Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive(3)
She was stunning.
Maybe not in a conventional way, her figure was too curvy for the ultra-thin look most women seemed to strive for, but she was intensely feminine even in her casual clothes. Curled up in a large brown leather chair, she wore a pair of white shorts that exposed her lightly tanned legs and beautiful little bare feet. A peach t-shirt with a scooped neck clung to her large breasts and even though her dark chestnut hair was up in a high ponytail, it trailed over her breast to her waist, making him wonder what it would be like to have all that silky hair draped over his body.
With a perfect cupid’s bow mouth and soft cheeks she reminded him of a doll, but when his gaze met her unusual amber gold eyes everything inside of him stilled, and for the first time in his life, he found himself struck dumb by a woman. His brain refused to operate as a deep shiver of electricity washed through his nervous system, flooding him with arousal. Everything inside of him demanded that he take her and make her his. When she spoke to him, the sweet, husky lilt of her voice made him want to growl.
“Hi.”
That one simple word and the accompanying amused smile managed to break the hold she had on him.
Clearing his throat, utterly thrown off by his intense reaction, Dimitri gave her what he hoped was a charming smile. “Forgive me, I did not mean to disturb you. I did not know there was anyone here.”
She shrugged. “You didn’t disturb me.”
He held up his laptop case like a fool, scrambling to do anything other than imagine pressing her beautiful lips to his, tasting her, smelling her, rubbing that lush body all over his. “Do you mind if I work in here? I promise will be quiet.”
The smile that curved her mouth stole his breath. “Sure, no problem. I’m just reading. I hope that won’t disturb you.”
Her existence disturbed him. “No, it is fine.”
Without even really being aware of it he moved to the other side of the room to a brown leather couch with deep green throw pillows behind a heavy wood coffee table. It was as if he could feel her gaze on his back, and he had to resist the urge to flex for her. Good god, what the hell was wrong with him? He was acting so irrationally that he briefly wondered if he’d somehow been drugged.
After unzipping his laptop case with slow, deliberate movements meant to help him focus, he set his laptop down on the coffee table and opened it up, scarcely aware of his fingers moving as he tapped in the codes to get through the multiple layers of security followed by the fingerprint scan. There were dozens of emails waiting for him, some he needed to answer right away, but he stared with unseeing eyes at his screen. It took all of his willpower not to look up, to keep from trying to see if she was looking at him. He forced himself to answer an email to one of his avtorityet about an issue with a shipment of guns moving through Serbia before he allowed himself to glance up.
Much to his disappointment she wasn’t looking at him, instead, she went back to reading her book. While he would have liked to have caught her watching him, hoping she was interested, this allowed him to study her further. Her radiant skin had an olive cast to it and he wondered what ancestry gave her complexion that beautiful tone. The clouds parted and sunlight shone through the window, bringing out faint hints of red highlights in her dark hair. Her ears were pierced twice on each side and she wore small diamond studs in those holes. He’d never considered it before, but she had beautiful ears, small and delicate. He wondered if they were sensitive.
She glanced in his direction and a slight flush colored her cheeks as she looked quickly back down at her book. Thrown off by being caught staring, he refocused on his laptop and tried to figure out how to approach her. Something told him his usual charm wouldn’t work and he found himself struggling with what to say. If his brother, Alex, could see him right now he’d be laughing his ass off. Then again, Alex would probably be telling him to get the fuck out of here and leave the girl alone and not endanger her life, to leave now before anyone noticed his fascination with her, but Dimitri couldn’t. This woman had somehow enslaved him with a glance.
Chapter Two
Rya DeLuca read the same sentence of the romance novel for the eighth time as she tried to keep her eyes on the screen and off the huge Russian gentleman sitting on the other side of the room. When he’d opened the door her mouth had gone dry at the sight of a man who moved with a decidedly deadly grace despite his large size and filled out a suit like she couldn’t believe. With his well-kept beard, massive shoulders, thick biceps, and a deliciously muscled ass, he was lumberjack-hot despite his obvious high quality clothing. And his eyes…god, he had the most beautiful deep-set gunmetal grey eyes she’d ever seen. Powerful, mesmerizing eyes that went well with the air of authority surrounding him.