let’s not fight.”
He walks around me to the bathroom where he closes the door. I dry and begin to get dressed. I have a soft comfortable summer dress that seems like I care to dress nice for supper but very comfortable and casual. I have taken more sun these past few days than I thought and my shoulders are a reddish tan and my nose has a light dusting of soft freckles. I comb out my hair and just put on lip gloss and one swipe of mascara. I can go no further until I can get to the hairdryer in the bathroom.
Other than stand around and wait for Nikolai to come out of the bathroom, I go on downstairs to check on our dinner.
The warming oven is loaded and turned on. Nikolai must have done this earlier. I decide to set our places at the small kitchen table and maybe pick out some wine. Somehow, silently, Nikolai is there and grabbing me from behind. He slips his arm around my waist and pulls me up against his big body. He smells like heaven and I inhale deeply.
“I am addicted to your smell too.” I say honestly, and he starts at my temple placing small kisses and continues down my cheek into the crook of my neck. His hand traveling up from my stomach to my breasts. I try to turn and face him but he holds me like this. My back to his front. He always has to bend down so far always that it seems awkward and uncomfortable.
“I’m starving.” He says
“How can you be? You have eaten all day long.”
“Maybe I need more than just food to sustain me.” He says and makes his way to start pulling out the food.
“Ok if we eat in here again?” I ask.
“Of course. Don’t be so formal with me. I have had many meals on the streets before. You would be appalled if you knew.” He says and I feel like this is a put down when he says things like that to me.
I also feel like he may be looking to pick a fight with me but I don’t know why. So I ignore his comment.
“Do you want wine with dinner?” I ask.
He smiles and says “You drink a lot for a twenty year old.”
“Yes or No Niko. I am not taking your bait tonight. Yes or no?”
“Yes. You finish this and I will open a bottle and pour it for us.” He says and I watch him a minute while he opens the bottle and see he has a smile on his face. His stubble free face.
“What?” I ask.
“What what?” he answers my question with the question.
“What are you smiling about? I thought just a minute ago you were angry.”
“Huh. You’re right I was. But I like that very much about you. You can’t be baited into fighting. You are very calm and serene. Very good for me.” He explains.
Even with my still damp hair, we sit down at the little table together and take our time over a delicious dinner. I assumed Yelena was preparing some kind of Russian meal for us, but it is a proper American dinner. Pot roast and all the sides. Even an apple pie for dessert and I wonder if this was meant to be special for me.
“You like pot roast hmm?” I ask him.
“Yes. Sorry to say I love beef. Any beef. Any way. I love a roast with Yorkshire pudding but Yelena says it doesn’t warm well so she will fix it when you stay at my place and she can oversee.” He offers.
“This is delicious.” I say and he agrees as he sets out to refill his already empty plate.
“Don’t take this as a corny pick up line, but you must work out.” I say blushing down into my plate. How can anything I do in front of this man possibly make me blush?
“I mean you eat so much and you are so fit.” More blushing.
“Are you trying to flirt with me and pick me up Myshka ?”
“Never mind. Continue eating.” I say and we both laugh.
Dinner lasts along time like it always does when we eat together.
I pass on the pie, but Nikolai eats an enormous slice with coffee.
Nikolai helps me clear away and clean up the mess until everything is spotless. He insists on throwing
He walks around me to the bathroom where he closes the door. I dry and begin to get dressed. I have a soft comfortable summer dress that seems like I care to dress nice for supper but very comfortable and casual. I have taken more sun these past few days than I thought and my shoulders are a reddish tan and my nose has a light dusting of soft freckles. I comb out my hair and just put on lip gloss and one swipe of mascara. I can go no further until I can get to the hairdryer in the bathroom.
Other than stand around and wait for Nikolai to come out of the bathroom, I go on downstairs to check on our dinner.
The warming oven is loaded and turned on. Nikolai must have done this earlier. I decide to set our places at the small kitchen table and maybe pick out some wine. Somehow, silently, Nikolai is there and grabbing me from behind. He slips his arm around my waist and pulls me up against his big body. He smells like heaven and I inhale deeply.
“I am addicted to your smell too.” I say honestly, and he starts at my temple placing small kisses and continues down my cheek into the crook of my neck. His hand traveling up from my stomach to my breasts. I try to turn and face him but he holds me like this. My back to his front. He always has to bend down so far always that it seems awkward and uncomfortable.
“I’m starving.” He says
“How can you be? You have eaten all day long.”
“Maybe I need more than just food to sustain me.” He says and makes his way to start pulling out the food.
“Ok if we eat in here again?” I ask.
“Of course. Don’t be so formal with me. I have had many meals on the streets before. You would be appalled if you knew.” He says and I feel like this is a put down when he says things like that to me.
I also feel like he may be looking to pick a fight with me but I don’t know why. So I ignore his comment.
“Do you want wine with dinner?” I ask.
He smiles and says “You drink a lot for a twenty year old.”
“Yes or No Niko. I am not taking your bait tonight. Yes or no?”
“Yes. You finish this and I will open a bottle and pour it for us.” He says and I watch him a minute while he opens the bottle and see he has a smile on his face. His stubble free face.
“What?” I ask.
“What what?” he answers my question with the question.
“What are you smiling about? I thought just a minute ago you were angry.”
“Huh. You’re right I was. But I like that very much about you. You can’t be baited into fighting. You are very calm and serene. Very good for me.” He explains.
Even with my still damp hair, we sit down at the little table together and take our time over a delicious dinner. I assumed Yelena was preparing some kind of Russian meal for us, but it is a proper American dinner. Pot roast and all the sides. Even an apple pie for dessert and I wonder if this was meant to be special for me.
“You like pot roast hmm?” I ask him.
“Yes. Sorry to say I love beef. Any beef. Any way. I love a roast with Yorkshire pudding but Yelena says it doesn’t warm well so she will fix it when you stay at my place and she can oversee.” He offers.
“This is delicious.” I say and he agrees as he sets out to refill his already empty plate.
“Don’t take this as a corny pick up line, but you must work out.” I say blushing down into my plate. How can anything I do in front of this man possibly make me blush?
“I mean you eat so much and you are so fit.” More blushing.
“Are you trying to flirt with me and pick me up Myshka ?”
“Never mind. Continue eating.” I say and we both laugh.
Dinner lasts along time like it always does when we eat together.
I pass on the pie, but Nikolai eats an enormous slice with coffee.
Nikolai helps me clear away and clean up the mess until everything is spotless. He insists on throwing
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