Her Russian

Chapter 17-Dance the Night Away

They pulled up in front of a huge mansion, the drive way went from the main road all the way back up into some trees, maybe a two mile drive.  It was the most magnificent building Galina had ever seen.

Ilia enjoyed her excitement, in so many ways she was like a child but here lately, in bed, she was becoming a little tigress, something of his making and he was proud of it.  He loved the way she let him take her, the things she let him do to her and how she let him talk to her.

Galina noticed that he acted uncomfortable so she leaned in and placed a small kiss on his cheek.  "What was that for?" he asked smiling at her.  "You just seemed a little uncomfortable, so I was trying to take the edge off" she smiled back.

Ilia took her hand and placed it over his crotch.  "This is why I was feeling uncomfortable" his voice sounding a little strained.  "I can't get you out of my head.  I'm always thinking about how your body feels against mine.  You haunt me always."  She could see it in his eyes.

She looked down for a moment, filled with embarrassment and not sure what else, but she could no longer hold his gaze.  "Galina, love, I didn't say that to embarrass you.  You just need to know the sway and power you hold over me and you need to know how much I love it."

That last part was in a whisper, next to her ear.  Her lips parted involuntarily, as a small sigh escaped her lips.  "You feel it to, don't you?" he asked, stroking her naked thigh.  "Yes" she gasped as his fingers trailed higher up her leg, gaining access through the slit in the material.

"I need to tell you something" Ilia said.  "There is a huge possibility that we are going to run into people that I have kept company with" he started.  She knew this meant women, how many, she didn't have a clue but she did know this much, she was putting on her big girl panties and she would show them exactly who she was.

"Ilia, do you care about me?" she asked out of the blue.  He turned in his seat so he could face her.  He didn't try to answer her question with another question but instead he said "More than you realize."  She smiled at his answer.

"And am I here with you or do you plan on dumping me here for a hook up?" she asked innocently.  His mouth twitched at her question but he humored her anyway.  "You are most definitely here with me and if there is to be any 'hook ups'" he said with air quotes.  "It will be you and I and it will be wherever I chose."

"Then I shan't be worried about any past flings that we might encounter tonight.  Besides, I know who's bed I'll be in and who's body I will be tangled up in and that's all that matters" her voice was emphatic and Ilia couldn't help but smile inwardly.  She was feisty and he loved her fire.

Maxim finally got them through the long line of traffic as they made it to the valet.  Galina noticed when she got out, all the expensive cars that were behind Ilia's car.  

She carefully gathered her dress and clutch, took Ilia's offered arm as they started up the steps of the great mansion.

The beautifully orchestrated music hit her ears as soon as they walked through the huge doors, men were waiting at the doors to take their coats, jackets, etc. and then there were wait staff walking around with trays of champagne, food, and other food items.

Ilia grabbed to flutes of champagne and turned to Galina.  "To a fantastic evening with the most beautiful woman on my arm.  To you, my love" Ilia toasted.  She blushed and told him thank you, then sipped her bubbling drink.  It was cold and delicious.  The best she'd ever had.

"Just hold on to my arm or hand and if you need the powder room, I will walk you there.  I don't want you out of my sight, okay?" he said.  She nodded as they continued walking further into the house.

"Ilia Savin" a dark, accented voice called out.  They turned to see a man, around Ilia's height and probably fifty pounds heavier, coming down the stairs to greet them.  "Artur Gregori" the man said, bowing in front of Galina.  

"Artur.  You've outdone yourself this year" Ilia said trying to turn the man's attention away from her.  The man shrugged.  "Eh, you know my wife.  Go big or go home" his laugh boomed out.  "This lovely woman at my side is Galina Ivanov.  My girlfriend" Ilia said making the introduction.

Galina's heart soared at his words.  My girlfriend his words kept ringing in her ear.  "It's wonderful to meet you" Galina said offering her hand in return.  Artur bowed his head and kissed the top of her hand lightly.  

A little more small talk and then Ilia and Galina started to walk away.  "Would you honor me with a dance?" Ilia asked her.  Nodding shyly, he took her glass and placed it on a tray and then took her hand, leading her to the dance floor.

Ilia swept her around the dance floor like she was gliding on ice.  She loved looking at his face, as he was smiling down at her, and she felt like they were the only ones on the floor.  

He was light on his feet and she was so mesmerized by his good looks and for a short moment, she wondered why in the world he would want her, but when he looked at her and smiled that smile, she knew he really did want her.

When they finished, he escorted her to an outside balcony, where they would talk some more.  "I know you have unanswered questions, little kot, and I will answer them for you starting now" Ilia told her.

Sighing, she asked her first question.  "Was Irina your family and not mine?"  Closing his eyes for a moment, he opened them up and the way that he looked at her, answered that question right away.

"Why then was she pretending to be my cousin?" she asked upset.  "She was to be your lifeline back to the family" Ilia explained.  "But she became close to you and truly became worried about your well being so we continued on like she was your cousin.  But Galina, you must know this...Irina loved you like family.  She never saw you as anything else.  She really did love you."

Before Galina could respond, their conversation was interrupted by a sultry sounding voice.  "So, this is the woman who has stolen you away from me, heart and body, eh Ilia?"  

Both Ilia and Galina turned around to see a statuesque woman with raven hair and the body of a model.  She was wearing a red dress that molded to every curve.  Galina felt immediately inferior by her presence.

Ilia said only one word.  "Aleryia."