“Whose filthy whore are you?”Mr. Volkov’s whispered words echoed in my mind.
My cheeks warmed, and I flexed my thighs to squeeze them together, attempting to stop the ache in my center.
I opened the spa’s door and gently guided Mr. Volkov inside and to the front desk. The hostess looked from me to Mr. Volkov. A smile crept to her face, and she gestured for me to follow her. We walked down a hallway and into a large, beautiful room decorated with bamboo, large plants, and flowers. A door in the back led outside to the hot springs. The room smelled like coconut, lilies, and a thunderstorm. Mr. Volkov’s hands twitched against mine, and I knew he could smell it, too. Inside the room were two large massage tables with white linen folded on them. The hostess looked at me with a secretive smile, waved before leaving, and softly closed the door behind her.
I released Mr. Volkov’s hand, but he held on for a second longer before he withdrew his touch. Standing in front of him, I grinned.
“Okay, I’m taking off the blindfold, sir.” I stood on my tiptoes as I reached behind his head and untied the silk knot. My breasts pressed against his chest, and our faces were inches apart. When the silk cloth slipped from his face, our eyes met. His were narrowed, but desire darkened them. That couldn’t be right, though. Why would he want me?
Dragging my bottom lip between my teeth, I leaned back and settled on my feet again. “Happy birthday, Mr. Volkov.” My voice came out husky and soft.
He didn’t look away from me. Worry coiled in my stomach, weighing it down with nerves. I had to look away and break the spell cast by his intense gaze.
Dimitri turned his head, finally taking in the room. I held my breath, a little smile on my face as I waited for him to say something. He took his time looking at everything before turning his molten-gold eyes to me.
“Why are we here, Ms. Hayes?” His tone was flat, and he didn’t sound impressed.
I still smiled, refusing to let him kill the joy in me. “It’s your birthday, and I scheduled you for a little pampering to relax.”
His eyebrow quirked. “Are you saying I’m tightly wound?”
“What?” My eyes widened, and I shook my head. “No! No! Oh my god, no! I just, I just saw a little note on my computer saying that you like bath bombs and relaxation, so I got you something better than anything you can do at home.”
Mr. Volkov stared at me with a blank expression.
I licked my lips, and he dropped his gaze to my mouth. I pushed a lock of hair behind my ear and held my breath as my boss kept staring at my lips like he wanted to kiss me. Sweat coated my palms, and I shifted my weight from one leg to the other. “We can leave if you want? I’ll see about getting a refund.” Or I could reschedule and use it for myself.
He brushed past me, and I turned, watching him as he went to the open doorway that led to the hot spring. Mr. Volkov’s shoulders moved, and he pulled off his suit jacket and set it over the back of a chair. I stood frozen in place as he unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his shoes to push them aside. The curious side of me wanted to linger and watch him as he got naked, but that would have been rude of me. I squeaked and turned away while he peeled off his white long-sleeved shirt.
“I’ll leave you alone now,” I said as I rushed to the door.
“No.”
I stopped and peeked at him over my shoulder. “No?”
Mr. Volkov had already removed his shirt and started undoing his pants. His back faced me, and his long white hair fell past his shoulders, stopping in the middle of his back. I couldn’t help myself as I drank in every inch of him. I gasped and turned away as he pulled down his pants, but not before I caught an accidental glimpse of his bottom.
An image of Mr. Volkov popped into my head. In it, he hovered over me, settled between my legs, and drove his cock inside me. My nails scratched down his back, and my heels dug into his ass as I wrapped my arms around him and pressed him against me. My stomach rolled and my core clenched around nothing, suddenly feeling empty and aching.
“This is for a couple,” Mr. Volkov murmured, dragging me out of my thoughts.
At the sound of sloshing water, I slowly turned to face him. My boss was already sitting in the hot water, arms spread out on the smooth rocks. Breathing a little harder, I crossed the room and entered the small, closed-off hot spring area. The bamboo walls gave Mr. Volkov some privacy as he sat naked in the water.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He leaned against the rock wall and stared straight at me. “I’ve been here before, Ms. Hayes. This room is specifically for couples. You reserved this room and won’t waste your money. Now get in.”
He sounded so cold when he said that, but my body heated, and warmth coiled low in my belly. I averted my gaze, blood roaring in my ears.
“Do...” I licked my lips. “Do you really want me to join?”
I felt his stare on me. When he didn’t say anything, I released a sigh and started undressing. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking because I knew he was watching me.
Would he find me ugly? Even disgusting because of my size?
I shook those paranoid thoughts away, removed the last of my clothes, and hid myself behind my arms. Mr. Volkov watched me with a stone-cold expression as I eased into the hot water and sat across from him. I looked anywhere but at him.
“You act as if you’ve never had a man look at you naked,” Mr. Volkov said.
