Dmitry's Closet Nelson, S. (best reads TXT) 📖

it better when you think out loud,” he said, tak-ing her glass and sipping her champagne.

She watched the crystal touch his delicate pink lips. “I just hope that you’re the real thing, Dmitry. Because I’m definitely in over my head. And you don’t make it any better spoiling me like this.” She moved her hair from her face and rested her elbow on the arm rest.

Dmitry looked over at her and raised his eyebrow. “Oh, I am the real thing.” He put the crystal flute back on her table and smiled.

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To Royal’s surprise and delight, they stopped in New York City before their long trip across the ocean. She had never been to New York but had always dreamt about the opportunity. Now she was in a limo being rushed around the busy city in style. She sat quietly in the limo looking out the window, gawking at the sights while Dmitry talked to Anatoly in Russian.

Dmitry mentionedthat the reason for his stop was two-fold. He needed to stop for a quick business meeting and to buy Royal a proper mink coat for the Russian cold. Both errands would be short,because they were blocks from each other in the busy burrow of Manhattan. Instead of sending Royal with Anatoly, Dmitry had taken Royal personally to an upscale shop on Madison Avenue.

The bodyguards stood outside while Royal and Dmitry went inside of the luxury fur gallery, Royal Chie. The innovative Japanese designer Chie Imai’s collection was breathtaking. It was internationally recognized for its eco-friendly designs, versatility and high-profile clients.

However, up until now, Royal had only read about the shop. Now, she was in it being shown their finest coats and accessories. She felt like a kid in a candy store. She was allowed to look through the entire new line of furs before making her selection, a chocolate Swakala Coat with Russian Sable Trimming, and matching muffler and earmuffs.

The sales woman was about to wrap her new gifts, when Dmitry instructed her to dress Royal quickly in the furs immediately so that they could leave for his meeting. With a bow and smile, she was escorted to the fitting area and came back out looking richer than she had ever felt in her life.

As she came out, he was sitting on a chair texting. She walked in front of him and cleared her voice. He looked up at her pleased. Having already paid for the merchandise while she was putting them on, he was ready to go and on schedule. Under his arm, she followed him back out of the shop and into the limo where they ended up at the Wall Street Bath and Spa a short while later.

Instead of going inside the bath house with Dmitry, he insisted that Royal stay in the car. She did so obediently. She preferred it, in fact. It gave her the perfect opportunity to call and tell Renée about her newest gift and her trip thus far.

She wasn’t left alone, however. She was accompanied by a driver and a blonde, brick of a man, who Royal concluded was one of Dmitry’s men. She had never seen him before, but he was a cookie cutter copy of all of Dmitry’s bodyguards – huge, arctic polar bears.

He sat across from her, trying not to look directly at her, but she caught him staring several times. Sliding her shades over her eyes, she tried to ignore the brut while she talked on her cell phone.

Thirty-minutes later, Dmitry returned with Anatoly and his men to the car, and they were back on the jet eating lunch before noon.

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Before dawn of the next day, Royal and her party arrived in Moscow, Russia. Dmitry had been right when he said that she would need a bigcoat. It wasthe most bone-chilling winds and rain that she had ever experienced in her life.

Two very large black G550 Mercedes –Benz trucks were awaiting them outside of customs. Once they received their clearance into the country, they were immediately carted off to the Le Royal Méridien National Hotel.

To Royal’s amazement, the hotel was directly across from the Kremlin. She stood gazing out the elaborately decorated windows of their presidential suite at the palace in her view. The gold sphere-like tips of the cathedrals caught embers of light that reflected from sun trying to break free from the cloudy day and shined into her room. It was a spectacular sight. She could not take her eyes off the fortress.

The architecture was amazing, and the massive size of the great bricked wall surrounding it was astonishing. It was so remarkable untilit held her attention beyond her own control. By far, it was the grandest thing that she had ever encountered, but there was something else very special about the wondrous place – perhaps just the thought that Dmitry was born and raised in the country.

While she basked in the beauty of her view, room attendants quickly put away their things, changed out a few amenities per Royal’srequest and ran a bath for Dmitry. With all the commotion in the room, she never broke her gaze. Dmitry found her new interest intriguing. He spoke to men in Russian, flipped through his blackberry and gave out orders, but mostly he admired how entranced she had become. She was like a child with a shiny new toy.

Dmitry noticed how Royal seemed to be maturing day-by-day, not that she had been a child when he met her. It was just that he had exposed her to so much so very quickly, until she was forced to elevate herself at a hyper speed. When he first met her, saw her, he knew that she was a diamond in the rough, but even he did not know how beautiful and brightly she would shine once she was groomed.

Royal did not noticethat everyone had left the room until she felt Dmitry’s hands on her shoulders. She turned around and looked at him.

“It’s…mind-blowing,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ve never seen anything like