six

I opened my eyes and turned to the side of the bed. Dimitri wasn’t there and I heard silence. Shit where was he? I sat up still in the robe and opened the bedroom door. There were stairs directly in front of me and I took them looking around and listening to silence. I reached the bottom and jumped out of my skin.

“Harper.” I turned to him standing in the kitchen, cup in hand reading the paper.

“You scared me.”

“Sorry.” I walked over to him and he turned the kettle on. He was already dressed and I could eat him alive. Wearing a navy suit without a tie made his jaw line look ridiculous, could cut meat on that thing.

“How do you like your coffee?”

“White two sugars please. Do we have time?” He nodded, stirring my drink.

“Of course, I’ll get to work when I get to work.” He placed a cup in front of me and I leaned over to look at the paper.

“You aren’t going to be able to read that.” I was about to get very offended and then saw it wasn’t in English.

“Oh. Can you teach me Russian?” He smiled as he washed his cup up.

“Of course I would love to. It’s a fucking hard language though,” he chuckled and came over to me.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his eyes staring into my soul.

“Nothing why?” I answered, way too quickly.

“Something wrong I can tell. You’re not my feisty Harper.”

“Since when?” I swallowed, looking up at him. Suddenly I felt shy.

“Since I fucked you stupid,” he gently kissed my lips. Oh god. He was right but I didn’t know why. Since I stood up from his bed last night I had a funny feeling in my stomach.

“I’m fine I promise. Let me get ready so you can go.”

“No rush milaya,” he rubbed his thumb on my bottom lip. “Your first Russian lesson.”

“What does it mean?” My heart was beating out of my chest.

“It’s a pet name, like honey or darling.” He kissed me again and I slowly got up to get in the shower. My legs were like jelly.

In the shower I was angry with myself. What was I doing? I was pushing this beautiful, sexy, do anything man for what? Because I was scared? I had honestly never felt this way about anyone before, apart from Adrian my arsehole ex. Maybe that’s what the problem was. I walked back into the bedroom to put my dress back on and he was sitting on the bed.

“Come,” his voice was like treacle. I sat on the bed and he got up, went to his knees and pushed my legs open.

“What are you doing?” My voice was trembling.

“Cheering you up.”

“You’re going to be late for work.” I pushed out as he traced my inner thigh with his finger.

“I’m not. I’m the boss it doesn’t matter.”

“Dimitri,” I breathed out as his tongue hit my clit. Grabbing both my thighs he pulled me forward as his tongue went inside of me. The feeling was like nothing else I’ve ever experienced and it made me whelp out loud.

“Fuck,” I breathed out as his finger went to my clit. He moved his tongue at the same speed as his finger and I was gone, my pussy was aching for his dick again. I threw my head back and grabbed his head with both hands. Getting deeper his hand on my thigh got tighter and I jumped up. “Dimitri!” I shouted my orgasm coming back down. I fell back and I opened my eyes and saw him above me. Fuck this man!

“Come on I’ll take you home.” He kissed the top of my nose as I got up. He stayed in the room as I put my dress back on. I stuffed my thong into my purse and he grabbed my hand and walked me out. I sat in his Bentley enjoying the view.

“This is a nice car,” I said looking around.

“Thanks, living in London means I don’t drive it often enough. Are you feeling better now?” I looked over at him as he started to drive. I nodded.

“Where do you live?”

“Kilburn,” I replied, still looking at him. I would have to thank Latisha tonight for pushing me to do this with Dimitri. I owed her my life at this point. He nodded, turning the car.

“When I get close, give me directions,” his voice went rough again and it hurt in between my legs.

“When can I see you again?” I was shocked at my own words. I never said anything like that, my few one night stands confirmed that.

“Whenever you want. Are you working now?” His hand sat just above my knee.

“Yeah my last night is Saturday.”

“Sunday it is then. Let me take you out for lunch.” He rubbed his thumb on my leg, eyes never leaving the road.

“Turn right,” I quickly said and he obliged. “Okay,” was all I could muster. I generally thought we were going to do the whole friends with benefits thing but wanting to take me out on a Sunday afternoon? Heaven.

“This is me.” He pulled over and stopped outside my block of flats. It was nice,

nothing like his but I loved it here. “Thank you for dropping me and for last night”. His hand came up to my face and he moved it slightly to look at him. Keeping his hand on my face he spoke.

“You don’t have to be scared you know.”

“Scared of what?”

“Us. You deserve to be loved.” I moved my head back making his hand drop.

“Alright Dr Phil.” He looked at me puzzled.

“Sorry I’m being a bitch.”

“I like it,” his mouth came to mine and he so quickly slid his tongue in and wiped my own tongue with his. Biting my bottom lip as his head moved back. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. That was sexy as fuck and I was getting annoyed I had to leave him.

“What time do you finish work?” He asked, I already had my hand on the passenger handle.

“4am.”

“I’ll call you at 5.” He started the ignition up and I got out of the car. As I got in front of my block I turned round, his car was gone. Going upstairs I flopped into bed, I started work at 7 and had some boring life admin to do. Also wanted a nap. Instead I laid on my bed thinking about last night and how I was blowing it. Big time. No man had ever treated me like Dimitri did. Strong, demanding but loving at the same time. He made my head spin and in between my legs ache. So why was I pushing him away? Why was I being a bitch? I always was, to the point that people didn’t expect anything different from me. My life experiences up until now made me this way. I had no other friends other than Latisha who put up with me. No man in my life that didn’t either hit me, lie or just want to fuck me. I had got to the point in my life where I felt that’s all I actually deserved. My job gave me confidence within my body but never my mind.