Her Russian Billionaires #2 SACHA

By: Susan Westwood



“What else?”

“Can you open wine?”

She shook her head. “I’ve never done it, but I can try.”

He handed her a wine key and a bottle of something called Pinot Noir.

“Most people drink white with chicken, but I’m not a huge fan of white.”

She wouldn’t have known the difference. In her job, she didn’t wine and dine clients. Her job was more about activism and the only rich people she dealt with were across the table. She doubted any of those she’d dealt with in the past would have opened their homes to her as Sacha did. She wondered what made him different. She watched him cook. He was clearly comfortable in the kitchen. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying himself. The muscles on his forearms bunched and flexed as he moved about in front of the stove.

His cooktop was the biggest Kendra had ever seen.

She looked at the wine key and the bottle and figured out how it worked. When the cork made an audible “pop” Sacha looked at her with a smile. “Good job.”

She shrugged, then poured some of the liquid into the glasses on the counter. Sacha wiped his hands on his apron, then picked up his glass. He touched his to hers then sipped.

“Mm.”

She drank some of the liquid, enjoying the tantalizing dance of flavors across her tongue.

***

Sacha couldn’t help watching her face as Kendra tasted the wine. Had she never had any before?

“That’s interesting,” she said.

“Interesting good or interesting bad?” Sacha asked.

Her eyes had close momentarily and Sacha had vision of her like that in his bed as he pounded into her. He tried to shake the image because she’d made it clear that she didn’t trust him. He couldn’t imagine her giving in to him enough to get her in his bed. He could hope, but he wasn’t optimistic.

“Interesting good.”

“I have a proposition and you can tell me to go to hell.”

“What is it?”

“We can write up a contract if you’d like spelling it all out.”

“What?” she said.

He could see impatience in those eyes. He wanted to see passion.

“I find you amazingly attractive, Kendra.”

“Okay. Not liking the sound of this so far.”

She was a tough nut. He had no idea how she would take his idea, but he wanted to pose it. What did he have to lose? If she declined he’d have blue balls for the duration of her stay. He’d been there. He had women he could tap for that if necessary.

“I want to pursue you. I want to date you. I want to bed you. We can write up an agreement, amenable to both of us, no strings since you don’t trust easily. You can back out at any time.”

She put down her glass. “Is this in return for your protection? I knew this was too good to be true.”

“No. You can stay her even if we don’t do this. Don’t answer me now. Think about it.”

He left her to get dinner. He wasn’t optimistic that she would agree.

“Dinner’s ready,” he said.

She slid onto a stool by the island. He put a plate in front of her, then he sat next to her. “Dig in,” he said.

She picked up her fork and began to eat. “This is very good.”

He didn’t think she was going to talk to him.

“How was your day?”

“My day?”

She turned to him a quizzical look on her face. “Yes, your day. I’m making conversation,” he said.

“Uh, okay. I guess. Other than I saw a drug deal go down.”

“Before that I mean.”

She laughed a little. “It was okay. We won a few. Lost a few. Kept the world safe for historic buildings.”

“How did you get that job?”

“They offered it to me. I didn’t have the best grades or go to the fanciest law school, so I didn’t have my choice of plum jobs.”

“How did you come to take care of your brother?”

He really wanted to know what made her tick. He’d have to figure out what made her cum. There were certain generic things that turned on most women, but he wanted to know the things specific to her. What went on in her head? He’d bet it was fascinating. He hoped she had a legal mind equal to his. He could already tell her body was luscious.

“My mother has early onset Alzheimer’s disease. It started not long before she got pregnant with Cliff. She doesn’t remember having sex, but there she was, pregnant. I think it was the cable guy. The disease had already attacked the part of my mother’s brain that told her decorum.”

“Someone took advantage of her?”

That was wrong. He never understood his college roommates thinking it was fun to get a girl drunk and have sex with her. He only wanted willing partners.

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