her stomach. He was a damn good-looking man, a fact he
seemed well aware of. Charm practically swirled in the air around him. She'd
liked holding him, too.
Pietr watched her, the embers of amusement
dying in his eyes. “I am sorry if I offended you.” Utter sincerity coated each
word and Sophie tilted her head, considering.
“You know what I want?” She slid forward a
step. Pietr went completely still. The playful schoolboy replaced by a very
real, very desirable and very gorgeous man. Sophie tipped her head back, gazing
up at him and letting some of the heat seep into her gaze. “Do you know what I
really, really want?” She whispered.
“Yes?” He angled his head toward her, his
gaze dropping from her eyes to her lips.
“Food.” Sophie
winked and all but flounced to her chair.
“ Et tu brute .” Pietr laughed. “ Et tu .”
Chapter Six
Pietr finally ushered her from the hotel
into the waiting limousine a little before noon. She wore rich, earthy brown
slacks with a soft caramel colored silk top. The clothes were delivered during
her second shower along with a peach colored pair of panties and a barely there
bra. The exact sizing had been unnerving, as had the sheer comfort of the silk
under things next to her skin. She wanted to leave early, but Pietr insisted
she sleep and somehow, plied with food and Pietr's laughter, she'd done exactly
that.
“Sophie, this is Jacques. Jacques, this is
Sophie.” Pietr introduced her to the driver. Jacques was a small man, his faintly
balding head just barely coming up to Sophie's in her black pumps.
“ Mademoiselle .” Jacques nodded politely, but his eyes never
quite stopped roving the street. He angled his body towards her until she
climbed into the luxurious comfort of the limo's back seat.
“Thank you.” Sophie shifted over on the seat
as Pietr's larger frame slid in next to her, but instead of staying on his side
of the limo, he followed her over until his leg brushed against hers.
“We'll go to your apartment first and then
to the museum, yes?” Pietr asked, despite the plan having already been decided
in the hotel suite. She'd insisted on the need to go to work, particularly
after her abrupt departure the day before and Pietr had acquiesced when she
threatened to take the subway rather than wait for him.
“Yes, thank you.” Her gaze slipped to where
his leg rested against hers. The warmth of him was far from uncomfortable, in
fact, it made her think of the way he'd held her the night before and how heat
had suffused each part of her body.
Just thinking about it made her flush.
“Sophie, this can all wait. I can have
someone inventory your apartment and we can slip away for a few days, Bermuda?
Fiji? Spain?” It wasn't the first time he'd made the suggestion, but Sophie shook
her head.
“I have a job, Pietr. My boss is probably
apoplectic that I haven't finished the catalog verification for the exhibit
and…” She hesitated. Her next words were not kind and despite how off balance
she'd felt the night before, seven hours of sleep had gone a long way towards
restoring her good sense.
“And?” Pietr
prompted her, his shoulder bumping hers lightly as the limousine snaked out
into New York's traffic and despite the proliferation of yellow cabs in the
neighborhood and tour buses, the honks were muted by the limousine's sturdy
construction.
Sophie sighed. “You've been nothing but kind
to me, but I don't really know you well enough to be jetting around the world
with you.”
“So it's not a no, it's just a not right
now.” Pietr nodded, a grin twinkling around the corners of his mouth. “I can
work with that.”
“Do you take anything seriously?”
“Unfortunately.”
Sophie shook her head. Everything about
Pietr was outrageous from
seemed well aware of. Charm practically swirled in the air around him. She'd
liked holding him, too.
Pietr watched her, the embers of amusement
dying in his eyes. “I am sorry if I offended you.” Utter sincerity coated each
word and Sophie tilted her head, considering.
“You know what I want?” She slid forward a
step. Pietr went completely still. The playful schoolboy replaced by a very
real, very desirable and very gorgeous man. Sophie tipped her head back, gazing
up at him and letting some of the heat seep into her gaze. “Do you know what I
really, really want?” She whispered.
“Yes?” He angled his head toward her, his
gaze dropping from her eyes to her lips.
“Food.” Sophie
winked and all but flounced to her chair.
“ Et tu brute .” Pietr laughed. “ Et tu .”
Chapter Six
Pietr finally ushered her from the hotel
into the waiting limousine a little before noon. She wore rich, earthy brown
slacks with a soft caramel colored silk top. The clothes were delivered during
her second shower along with a peach colored pair of panties and a barely there
bra. The exact sizing had been unnerving, as had the sheer comfort of the silk
under things next to her skin. She wanted to leave early, but Pietr insisted
she sleep and somehow, plied with food and Pietr's laughter, she'd done exactly
that.
“Sophie, this is Jacques. Jacques, this is
Sophie.” Pietr introduced her to the driver. Jacques was a small man, his faintly
balding head just barely coming up to Sophie's in her black pumps.
“ Mademoiselle .” Jacques nodded politely, but his eyes never
quite stopped roving the street. He angled his body towards her until she
climbed into the luxurious comfort of the limo's back seat.
“Thank you.” Sophie shifted over on the seat
as Pietr's larger frame slid in next to her, but instead of staying on his side
of the limo, he followed her over until his leg brushed against hers.
“We'll go to your apartment first and then
to the museum, yes?” Pietr asked, despite the plan having already been decided
in the hotel suite. She'd insisted on the need to go to work, particularly
after her abrupt departure the day before and Pietr had acquiesced when she
threatened to take the subway rather than wait for him.
“Yes, thank you.” Her gaze slipped to where
his leg rested against hers. The warmth of him was far from uncomfortable, in
fact, it made her think of the way he'd held her the night before and how heat
had suffused each part of her body.
Just thinking about it made her flush.
“Sophie, this can all wait. I can have
someone inventory your apartment and we can slip away for a few days, Bermuda?
Fiji? Spain?” It wasn't the first time he'd made the suggestion, but Sophie shook
her head.
“I have a job, Pietr. My boss is probably
apoplectic that I haven't finished the catalog verification for the exhibit
and…” She hesitated. Her next words were not kind and despite how off balance
she'd felt the night before, seven hours of sleep had gone a long way towards
restoring her good sense.
“And?” Pietr
prompted her, his shoulder bumping hers lightly as the limousine snaked out
into New York's traffic and despite the proliferation of yellow cabs in the
neighborhood and tour buses, the honks were muted by the limousine's sturdy
construction.
Sophie sighed. “You've been nothing but kind
to me, but I don't really know you well enough to be jetting around the world
with you.”
“So it's not a no, it's just a not right
now.” Pietr nodded, a grin twinkling around the corners of his mouth. “I can
work with that.”
“Do you take anything seriously?”
“Unfortunately.”
Sophie shook her head. Everything about
Pietr was outrageous from
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