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"I understand," Victoria said, bowing her head once more.

As Royal closed the door behind her and left with Anya, Victoria rolled her eyes and kicked off her shoes. What a bitch! She hadn't been there ten minutes and already the woman was going through her don’t-mess-with-my-man routine.

Victoria could tell at first sight that she didn't like Mistress Medlov, but she knew that the woman felt the same way about her.

However, she could understand why. With a husband as fine as Dmitry, she would be tripping too, especially since he liked sisters. Plus, his son, Anatoly, was a sexy thing too. She caught him checking her out on the slick side. Then, Davyd was like an old sexy grandpa with the damned guns visible for everyone to see. This family was off the chain.

Her dad had told her to tread carefully here and do this favor for Mr. Medlov, a friend of the family that she had never met or heard of before he called. It was just like her father to know some of the shadiest people in the world. Lobbying for gun rights had its perks, she guessed.

She smiled to herself. There wasn't much to complain about here. She was going to make 150,000 Euros to work for Mistress Hardass for one year. She got most weekends off; she got most holidays off; and shed fine something or someone to keep her busy when she wasn't working. Good thing that she already had someone in mind.

Chapter 3

Dmitry pushed through his last set of skull crushers as he thought about Royal. Shed been out in the courtyard all day with the gardeners giving them direction on how she wanted the landscaping done for spring, which was most unlike her.

However, since Victoria had come to the chateau over two weeks ago, it seemed that his wife was determined to keep busy and stay even farther away from him than before.

Her distance only made things worse between them, and he had every intention of taking the matter up with her today. But it seemed she had sensed the confrontation coming and immediately found a reason to be preoccupied the entire first half of the day.

Flat on his back with sweat glistening, he grunted as he let the bar plop loudly back in the rack and sat up. He breathed in heavily, grabbed a towel to wipe his face and looked over at the clock. He'd been in his gym for over an hour. Exhausted, he slipped on his t-shirt and headed up to his room to jump in the shower.

As he headed down the long corridor that led from his gym into the common rooms of the house, he heard his daughter giggling and laughing. Curiously, he stopped at the door of her new study room and stuck his head inside. Victoria was sitting Indian-style in the middle of the floor with a book in her hand reading, while Anya sat across from her on a pillow. They were evidently having a great time. He cleared his voice and tapped on the door.

Anya automatically looked his way then scurried to her feet and greeted him with a huge hug.

"Daaaaddddyyyy, where have you been?" she asked, kissing his sweaty face as he scooped her up.

"In the gym, baby," he said, whirling her around.

Victoria stood up and smoothed out her jeans. Her face lit up when she saw him. To look at the beautiful giant was a treat in itself, but to see him glistening in sweat, muscles bulging in his gym clothes made her heart skip a beat. Plus, she would have never guessed that such a refined man had so many tattoos. They made him even sexier and even harder to resist.

"Mr. Medlov," she said blushing. "We were not expecting you." She tried not to look directly at his penis, but she did steal a peak.

"Sorry to interrupt. I heard someone laughing," he explained, kissing his daughter. "And I could not resist."

"No imposition at all," Victoria walked over to the happy pair. She could not resist either. "Anya has been a wonderful student." She reached up and rubbed Anya's arm. "We're having so much fun together."

They made eye contact, and Dmitry realized that maybe he should not have intruded after all. There was a sexual energy between them that he hadn't felt since Royal dismissed him. He recognized it right away.

"I'm glad that you two are getting along. Anya seems happy and so daddy is happy," he looked at his daughter.

"We can't have you unhappy, now can we?" Victoria knew what she was doing, baiting him.

Dmitry raised his brow. Was she serious? "Well, I had better let you all get back to your lesson," he sat Anya down. Looking down at the young woman, he smiled politely. "You two have a good day." His eyes sparkled.

Her heart skipped two beats. "We were actually about to go to lunch," Victoria said anxiously. She took Anya's hand. "So we can walk with you, if you're going our way."

Dmitry instantly felt that even being around Victoria would create a problem between him and Royal, but he couldn't spend the entire year avoiding the woman when he had no intention of pursuing her.

"Will you walk with us to the great room, Daddy?" his daughter begged, pulling at his sweat pants. "Pleeeeeease."

"Da Da, I walk with you, angel," he said, stepping out of the way so that the two women could pass him.

As they walked down the long corridor to the great room, Anya skipped ahead of them singing while he and Victoria followed.

Pulling her hair behind her ear, Victoria smiled and sighed. "This has really been a wonderful experience, Mr. Medlov. Thank you so much for choosing me."

"Thank you for choosing us, Victoria. Anya seems really