Russian Billionaire’s Virgin Secretary(11)

“I don’t know who you think you are or what you are used to getting, but you will NOT be getting that from me. I took this job so I could learn from you, NOT to be your whore! Now, good night, sir!”

As Sarah moved away from him, she managed to stomp down the hall and shut her door behind her. The turn of the lock was evident in the quiet apartment.

Sarah leaned heavily against the door as she caught her breath. That man was a force to be reckoned with. It was all Sarah could do all evening to ignore his stares, as she flirted with the two men. She was way outside her element and afraid that she might go too far and find herself in trouble. While she seemed to have done okay with the men, it was clear that Vitaly was angry.

Who the hell did he think he was? Vitaly Chekov, of course, Sarah answered herself. His ruthless reputation and temper were common knowledge and Sarah was prepared to deal with it in a work setting, but this was entirely different.

Changing out of her clothes, Sarah threw herself on the bed hoping that sleep would overtake her. She was still staring at the clock at three when she decided to get up. Slipping on a robe, she padded quietly out of her room. The apartment was dark, but the curtains were open and the lights from the city basked the living room in a soft glow. As Sarah curled up in one of the chairs, she stared out at the city. Lost in thought, she didn’t realize that Vitaly had joined her until she saw his silhouette against the glass.

“I’m sorry,” she said with a sigh.

“For what?”

“My behavior tonight. That’s not me.”

“Then, why did you do it?”

“I was pissed at you about the plane and the clothes. Okay, mostly embarrassed about the plane, but the clothes.”

“What was wrong with the clothes? You looked fantastic.”

“All that lingerie.”

“What about it?”

“I’m NOT that kind of person who…who-”

“Likes to wear nice things?”

“Yes. I mean no. Did you see the lingerie?”

As Vitaly shook his head no, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I did say that we used a personal shopper. Since she wasn’t familiar with your tastes and only going off a picture, she bought a variety for you to choose from.” Turning toward her, Vitaly saw Sarah sitting with her legs up and her chin on her knees. “Well, if it helps, that extra attention you lavished on them may have secured the deal for me.”

Laughing softly, “Well, I suppose that’s a good thing so long as I don’t have to do it again.”

Kneeling in front of her chair, Vitaly gently grabbed her ankles and tugged her feet to the floor. He was glad that she couldn’t see his smile, as he realized that despite everything, she was still submissive toward him and probably didn’t even realize it. Rubbing her feet, Sarah closed her eyes, as she enjoyed the massage. She was too proud to admit that was the longest she’d spent in heels and her feet and legs were killing her.

Groaning, she flexed her feet and gave in to the sensations as his hands worked their way up her legs. While the feel of his hands was soothing, it was also doing something to her insides.

While she readily admitted that she was inexperienced, she had tried the vibrator her friends bought her for Christmas and read enough romances to know that what she was feeling was arousal. She couldn’t help but think about Daniel. They had dated for almost three years and despite a considerable amount of kissing and touching, he had never made her feel the way Vitaly did simply by the way he looked at her.

Putting her hand on his shoulder, she stilled his movements. “I think that I should go back to bed,” she managed to say.

Stopping, he sat back from her. “As you wish.”

Sarah sat there looking at him, and sighed heavily. As she stood up, Vitaly rose at the same time. The sudden proximity had Sarah swaying into him. As he caught her, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up. Without thinking, Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck as he leaned in to kiss her. Nipping at her lips, he kissed her gently before crushing her against him. As Sarah moaned, his tongue plundered her mouth. Sliding his hands over her hips, he lifted her legs as she wrapped them around his waist and he pulled her tight against him as his erection strained against his pants.

Pausing, he leaned his forehead against hers as he kissed her lightly. “If you want me to stop, we have to now before this goes too far.”

“And what if I don’t want you to stop?”

“Then you must understand what this means. I do not do nice. I am not nice. I do not ask. I take.”

Sliding her fingers into his hair, Sarah tugged his head closer. Nipping at his lips, she mimicked his actions from earlier as she tightened her legs around him. “So take already. I’m done waiting.”