Bound

Chapter 10 - Dinner (Her)

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Skylar

The day passed quickly with Rene being off doing who knows what with Ivan. Yesterday after Ivan and Dmitri left, I bombarded her with questions about the two of them. She couldn't tell me much about Dmitri, but she did say that she hit it off in a major way with Ivan and that she wanted today off to spend time with him. I agreed. She was never off, and people can do what they want with their leave days, so who was I to argue? I did, however, ask her to call me during the day just to let me know she hadn't been kidnapped.

I cautioned her to take it slow. She had just met the guy, and who knows what type of person he is? He could be a serial killer or a dude who parks in handicapped parking spaces, for all we know. She assured me that where she comes from, love at first sight was normal.

Come to think of it, I don't know much about her. We talk, but that usually involves her asking questions about me and my life. When I do ask her about her background, she changes the subject. I just assume something terrible must have happened to her, which she doesn't want to discuss. Maybe she was in a cult where girls are brainwashed by huge bulky men.

We will find out tonight. She called me during lunchtime to tell me she was still a free woman and promptly invited me to dinner with her and Ivan at the diner. "His favorite place," she gushed over the phone. I could well believe it, considering the number of times I had seen him there over the last week. That makes you as bad, I thought, laughing to myself.

I agreed. They do an excellent vegan burger, and I don't like cooking, so that's a huge affirmative from me. I don't usually go to the diner as I don't have friends besides Rene, and I don't fancy sitting by myself being stared at. "Like being stared at in a crowd is any better," I mumble to myself, smirking as I lock the shop door. I'm so wrapped up in my thoughts that I literally jump when I hear a deep, slightly Russian-accented voice behind me quietly say, "They're just jealous."

Insta wet. Okay, I'm exaggerating, but it was close. Though I've only heard it once, I would know that deep voice anywhere. I spin around, heart beating out of my chest, and nearly bump into the muscular torso standing way too close to me. He steps back, and I look up into gorgeous green eyes. Dmitri.

"What are you doing here?" I blurt out. Smooth Sky. Very smooth. I can feel my cheeks are red. Not just any red, more like mini suns have decided to emit their rays from my cheeks.

"It's nice to see you too, Skylar," he says, subtly hinting at my rudeness, making me blush further. I don't usually like people calling me Skylar, but coming out of this man's mouth, he makes it sound exotic.

"I came to walk you to the diner," his eyes never leaving mine. "Rene and Ivan invited me for dinner. I was on my way there, I know you're also going, so I thought we could walk together."

"You're having dinner as well," I repeat before muttering under my breath, "I thought it was just the three of us." I break eye contact, looking down as I slip the shop keys into my bag—a minute to hide my flaming cheeks and escape the intensity of his gaze.

When I look back up, I see a small frown on his face.

"You don't want me there," he states rather than asks.

"No, no, that's not it," I quickly say, "I'm just surprised, that's all." I offer him a small smile which seems to relax him and smooth that slight frown. Even frowning, he is hot. Men like this make me think about the unfairness of life. I know he probably works hard to get his body looking the way it does, but did he have to be dished out everything? Killer body, unreal eyes, deep voice, an accent that drops panties, I mean, really. He must have a flaw. Bad breath? Snoring? Maybe he doesn't drink coffee or something equally insane?