Her Russian

Chapter 18-No, It Can't Be

Galina's body stiffened as did Ilia's at the sound of the woman's voice behind them.  He had a tight grip on her hand and it was an action that did not go unnoticed by the intruder.

"Aleryia, now is not the time or the place for this" Ilia's voice was now that of killer, cold, menacing and devoid of emotion.  She sneered at him, then turned her attentions to Galina.

"What could you possibly give him that I can't, huh?" her voice dripped with venom as she approached Galina, but Galina stood her ground, steadfast in her resolve to make Ilia proud of her.

"What's he paying you?" she asked another inappropriate question.  "I get no monetary gains from Ilia" Galina said calmly.  Aleryia scoffed at her again.

"Well if it's not money, what is it then?  Because from where I'm standing I don't see that you have much to offer him" she was ruthless but Galina continued in her resolve.

"What I have to offer him, is an understanding heart, when he's had a bad day.  I offer him comfort and warmth with my body, when he needs comforting.  There are a great many things that I can and do offer him and it's not for anything in return" Galina replied.

"You think you can hold his interest, little girl?  You're playing in the big time here and mark my words, once he's over with the 'new toy' smell, he'll be calling me to come around again so don't get too comfortable in your position" she was poisonous and Galina didn't want to be around her anymore.

As they started to leave, Galina turned around and added one more thing to the conversation.  "There is one thing that I get in return, Aleryia.  And that's my place in his bed."  And with that, the couple walked away from the open-mouthed woman.

Galina could feel Ilia's stare on her as they continued moving back into where the gala was still going full steam.  She didn't realize they'd been there for three hours already.  

She still had pieces of Ilia's conversation about Irina going through her head and then the confrontation with Aleryia.  She was done for.  She'd had enough.

As if he could read her thoughts, Ilia leaned in and asked if she was ready to go.  Galina nodded and watched him take his phone from his breast pocket.  "Maxim?  We're ready" was all Ilia said and then put the phone away.

When they stepped to the front door, they both saw Aleryia standing there, her stare haughty and angry.  Very angry.  Galina's thoughts went to the old English playwright, William Congreve, when he said 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'.  She definitely had the look of a woman scorned and a woman that wanted revenge and to get even.

Galina licked her lips, kept her head high and her grip on Ilia tightened as she threw out a smile that would wither anything or anybody and all that did was make Aleryia more mad.  But Galina didn't give a rat's ass.

She kept noticing the looks that Ilia was giving her and when they finally entered his car, she turned to him and asked "What is so funny?" she huffed.  Smirking, he grabbed her neck and pulled her to him.  "You have so completely turned me on, my little kot.  The way you stood up to Aleryia?  Very hot" he said kissing her neck and then licking the skin between her neck and shoulder.

"Ilia, my God" she mumbled as his lips continued their assault on her body.  "Are you wet?" his words came in a hushed whisper.  Biting her lip, she nodded quickly as she felt his hand snake up her dress and under, landing between her legs.

"Open them baby" he commanded, referring to her legs.  She hesitated just for a moment, until she saw him push a button and then watched a screen come up, shielding them from any prying eyes.