Her Russian

Chapter 32-Club Roza

Ilia sat there watching the bevy of emotions that washed over Galina's face as she sorted through and read the materials from Zoya's.

Fear, shock, surprise, disgust, those were just a few. He wanted so much to reach for her, to comfort her and tell her it would be okay. But he couldn't. He was still trying to deal with just exactly how he felt about her.

He couldn't imagine being with anyone else. He never wanted to imagine her with anyone else. He wanted to wake up next to her every morning, to see her beautiful green eyes look at him like he was the next super hero.

He wanted to protect her, provide for her and...he was pulled from his thoughts by Maxim signaling for him to come out of the study. "Will you be okay for a moment?" he asked her softly.

Galina looked up at him from the floor, smiled as best she could and nodded. He reached out and touched her cheek gently and walked from the room.

There seemed to be one name that kept popping up, pictures, papers and documents...Igor Romanov.

Galina took everything that had his name on it and put it aside to show Ilia. She started wondering if there was a connection between Irina, her, Aleryia and the money.

Grabbing another bundle, she started looking through it and found pictures of Allister and Romanov.

She noticed these were different though. Flipping the pictures over, they were not only dated after Galina was born but they looked like surveillance photos.

Confused beyond her imagination, Galina got up, walked to the big picture window and stood there looking out.

She felt Ilia's hands slide around her waist, his moist lips on her neck. "You okay, baby?" he asked. Turning to him, she craned her neck so she could see him.

"Ilia I think my mom is alive" her statement shocked him. "Why do you think that, little kot?" Ilia really wanted to know what she'd found.

She showed him the dated photographs and some documentation that backed up the dates on the pictures.

He could tell she was getting agitated and that concerned him. Her heart didn't need to be stressed and she was heading that way.

"Galina, there's something I want to do for you. We need to step away from this. Just for a bit. Tomorrow we'll look at it with fresh eyes." He sighed inwardly to her agreeing.

Leading her upstairs he had her wait on the bed while he started their bath. He stood there watching water blow out of the faucet.

He agreed with her regarding her mother. He thought she was alive as well but now was not the time.

"Galina" he called out to her. She came to him instantly, sans her clothes. "Hmm" Ilia said. "Yes baby. I love this" his eyes making love to her.

Peeling off his clothes, he stepped into the tub first and then offered his hand to her.

Ilia told her where to sit and that was in between his legs, leaning back against him. She was only too happy to comply.

As soon as he put his hands on her shoulders, he felt the weight lift off of her, her body relaxing into his.

His tongue danced along her neck as it tasted the water from her. "Ilia" she moaned breathlessly.