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to kiss her, and she braced herself for it, hoping to make it through.

“This is the part of date where you invite me inside of your home, and I rip you apart under the sheets,” he whispered jokingly. His icy eyes looked directly into hers causing a funny thump of her heart.

“Sorry, I’ll have to pass.” Royal’s voice was soft and sweet. She pivoted on her feet a little, trying to gain inches on her tip toes.

“I’m not surprised, now that I know your secret.”

“Enough with that,” Royal gawked, dismissing his new fascination with her sexual status.

“Alright, alright.” His voice became softer.

Stepping closer to her, Dmitry reached out and pulled her by her small waist into his body. His large hands caressed her warm body and searched for bare skin. She looked up at him and wrapped her arms around his lower back, then closed her eyes.

Tenderly, Dmitry leaned over and kissed Royal on the top of her forehead. Ever so softly his full lips caressed her caramel skin. He breathed in, taking in the scent of her body. It took everything in him not to lift her up, carry her across her threshold and make love to her. Having never been told no or wait, he was no good at being obedient. He desired her more than anything; he wanted her so badly until it was physically painful for him to release her. Soon, he thought to himself.

Evidently, even she was expecting much more. She opened her wide eyes, surprised by his choice and exhaled. Royal could nearly read his eyes. It was if he was telling her that he had to stop. She understood but didn’t want him to…so she thought.

With a nod, he headed back down the stairwell quietly, leaving her unspoiled and in the safety of her home. He owed her that since Woodrow Conners had tried to take it from her.

In a daze, Royal leaned against the door flabbergasted. Just when she suspected that he would strike like a villain, he behaved like a gentleman.

When Dmitry heard the door, he smiled and shook his head. “Royal is virgin,” he sang aloud, smiling to himself, happy that he had discovered such a treasure.

Chapter 5

The grand opening of the Dmitry’s Closetwas an unde-niable success. Nearly two hundred of Memphis’ affluent women came to the opening. The event was complete with the cutting of a splendid red ribbon, a few words from the area councilman and tons of champagne, strawberries, great cheeses and caviar beluga for the guests. And best of all despite the warnings from the local meteorologist, it did not rain giving everyone a clear, not-so-hot August day.

Royal had used all of her textbook skills to attract the local newspapers and reporters by giving them gift bags full of free but expensive gifts all hand picked by her and her new staff of two. Dmitry was also extremely impressed with the entire event, receiving constant praise from his new patrons, who not only loved the selection but the presentation.

By seven o’clock when the doors closed, they had made thousands of dollars and a big splash with the new boutique. After counting down the drawer and giving the money to Anatoly as previously discussed, Royal and her team cleaned up the boutique and prepared to head over to the Mother Russia restaurant, where Dmitry had arranged for a celebratory dinner.

It had been an excruciating month for Royal, full of last-minute details to work through, promotions to pull together and fine clothing to inventory, but things had worked out better than her wildest dreams. She was a success. Her hard work had paid off literally. And most of all Dmitry was happy with her.

“The limo is here to pick us up, Royal,” her assistant, Renée said,grabbing her purse. “I can’t believe he is sending over a freaking limo!”

“Yeah, that’s pretty sweet,” Royal said hurrying.

Renée was a young, energetic neo soul sister from At-lanta, who rocked a large, very pro-black afro and large gold hoop earrings. She was a dark, short, petite woman with tons of retail experience and new to the city. Royal hired her on the spot during their interview, feeling a strangely familiar kinship with the woman. Her other assistant Cory was young man who had come highly recommended by the councilman, Mr. Avers, who had also spoken at their grand opening.

Cory was a clean cut, attractive young white man with a very small, but muscular frame. Dmitry had questioned her choice for him, but she knew that it was only because he was a man. Cory was extremely professional and kind and his ultimate goal was to one day own his own shop. She thought his ambitions to be admirable and decided after several days and a few conversations with Dmitry to hire him as well.

The three of them loaded into the limo quickly and were escorted a few streets over to the restaurant, where a small group of Dmitry’s friends and colleagues waited. When they arrived at the restaurant, a traditional Russian band was playing and the entire place was covered in festive crimson decorations. There were tons of expensive wine, fine Russian vodka, traditional Russian food and of course, caviar.

Once, Royal had inquired why caviar was a staple in Dmitry’s life. He explained that he was part-owner of a caviar company near the Caspian Sea.

Naturally, she said shaking her head when he had in-formed her of yet another business he owned.

“Ah, there is my little shop girl,” Dmitry said, picking Royal up and whirling her around.

His festive spirit made Royal light up. She hugged him as tightly as she could, relishing in the moment.

“Wasn’t today, great? I…I couldn’t believe it. So many people came to the opening,” Royal said as Dmitry sat her down. Theireyes were glued to each other. His hands were glued to her tiny waist.

He finally spoke, breaking out of her spell. “Dah…dahtoday was great…was reflection of you, eh?” He waved at the waiter. “Bring her