Russian Billionaire’s Virgin Secretary(23)

Staring at her smugly, “Care to place bets on that?” At Sarah’s stare, he continued. “You should not be going to clubs alone.”

“I wasn’t alone.”

“You mean that boy? He had his hands all over you. He needed to be stopped.”

“I had everything under control,” Sarah shot back. “You misunderstood what was going on. And no, I wasn’t with him, I was with my friend, Lisa. Daniel happened to find us there.”

“You mean the blonde you were dancing with? She behaves worse than you do. You will not be seeing her anymore.”

“What part of, you cannot dictate who I can and cannot see, did you not understand?” Sarah demanded. “Lisa is one of my best friends and I would choose her over you, any day.”

“Is that so?”

“In a heartbeat.” Sarah looked out the window, “Where are we going?”

“My place.”

“Oh, no, I’m not,” Sarah declared as she reached for the door handle.

“Do not be so reckless as to endanger your own life by attempting to jump from a moving vehicle. We are going to my place. End. Of. Discussion.” Sarah sat back and continued to glare at him.

“Take me home.”

“No.”

“This is kidnapping.”

“It won’t be.”

“What is THAT supposed to mean?” They drove up a long driveway and pulled up in front of a large colonial style mansion. As Vitaly stepped out of the car, he held his hand out for Sarah to join him.

Leaning in, “If you like, I can pull you out the same way I put you in,” Vitaly said calmly as he waited for Sarah to comply. Sighing, Sarah climbed out of the car, but refused to touch him. As she stepped out onto the cobblestone driveway, she stared up at the giant house. “You like?”

Shrugging her shoulders, “Seems a bit much for only one person.”

“True, but I bought it for the view.” Turning around, Sarah took in the view of San Jose below them.

“Oh, wow.”

“Indeed.” Taking her by the elbow, Vitaly escorted her inside.

Sarah was completely overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the mansion and forgot that she was angry at Vitaly as she stared up at the four-story ceiling in the entryway. Vitaly had dropped his grip on her arm and stared at her in bemusement as she walked into the living room. She gasped when she saw the lights of the city outside the floor to ceiling windows.

Vitaly walked up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. “Do you like it?”

Sarah nodded, “Oh yes, the view is spectacular, but it really is a lot of house for one person. But then again, you do seem to like open spaces.” Vitaly stiffened at that reminder and stepped back to sit down in a large leather chair. Reaching for a remote, he turned on some jazz as Sarah turned around to look at him.

“Dance for me, little one.”

“What? No, I couldn’t,” Sarah said as she got flustered.

“You were dancing at the club.”

“That was different. No one was watching.”

“EVERYONE was watching.”

“Not like you are,” Sarah said quietly.

Standing up, he strode back over to her, “Would it help if I joined you?” At Sarah’s shy nod, he took her hand and pulled her against him, as they began to move to the music. As they danced together, he slowly moved a bit farther away, as Sarah became lost in the music. Before she realized it, he had stepped completely away as she twisted and twirled in time to the music. She is breathtaking, he thought as he watched her move.

When the song ended, Sarah slowed to a stop, too shy to look at him. It was so easy for her to get lost when she danced and she was always embarrassed when she saw people watching her. Vitaly tilted her chin up with his fingers as she slowly opened her eyes. Innocence rapidly shifted to awareness when she saw the raw hunger in his eyes.

Turning around, she lifted her hair, as she looked at him over her shoulder. “Unzip me, please?” She held her breath as he slowly drew the zipper down. Stepping away, she turned to the side as she drew the dress down her body and stepped out of it. Looking at him, she reached behind to unhook her bra before dropping it to the floor next to her dress. In the darkened room, her body was silhouetted against the lights from the city. Leaving her high heels on, she walked to the window. Spreading her legs, she put her hands on the glass, as she looked out.

Vitaly walked up behind her. Placing his hands on her wrists, he leaned against her.

“Your hands stay there,” he ordered. Sarah shivered as she nodded in compliance. Starting at her wrists, he ran his hands down the backs of her arms and down her back. Cupping her hips, he kneaded her cheeks as he continued down her legs. When he reached her ankles, he placed kisses at the sweet spots at the top of the backs of her thighs, before sweeping his hands to the front of her legs and beginning a path up. When he reached her pelvis, he took his time rubbing her hips and lower stomach as Sarah began to pant. He made lazy circles all over her stomach as Sarah moaned.