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it.” She touched the frostedwindow. “That’s the Kremlin? It’s huge…massive.”

Dmitry massaged her shoulders. “I’ll make sure to take you to the Kremlin laterthis week.”

“Tomorrow,” Royal demanded. “I’ve got a whole day lined up for myself. I brought gym shoes, jeans, a camera with a butt load of memory and a pea coat.” She smiled at him. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re such a little tourist. Tomorrow, I actually had other plans, but I’ll cancel them, and you and I will spend it touring the entire Red Square and your precious Kremlin. Well,the part that we can get inside. You know the Presi-dent of Russia lives there.”

“Like the White House? Wow. I can’t wait until to-morrow then.” She reached out and gave him a big hug. “This entire place is like one big dream, Dmitry. I still can’t believe that I’m actually here.” She released him and turned back towards the window.

Dmitry huffed. “When I was your age, I thought this place was nightmare. I couldn’t leave here soon enough. And look at you…you want permanent visa.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

“That was when you were young. Surely, you miss it now.”

“No. I just come here to take care of things I can’t take care of anywhere else.”

“But it’s a part of you?”

“A very big part of me,” he confirmed.

“Well, I feel like it’s a part of me, as much as you talk about it.”

That made Dmitry smile. “You feel that strongly about it, eh?”

“Yes,” Royal couldn’t control her smile. “It’s so differ-ent from Memphis.”

Dmitry laughed so hard, his voice rattled the room. Her only point of reference was Memphis, yet to look at her,Royal looked like she had traveled the world for years.

He turned Royal around and pulled her to him.

“I will open your little eyes to this big beautiful world soon enough. And you will see that everything is quite different from Memphis. Maybe even, you appreciate it more. Who knows?”

“I appreciate it…when I’m away from it,” she said, hanging her arms around his neck. “I don’t want to live there forever.”

“I’m certain that you will not.” Dmitry rubbed his hands through her hair.

“Oh, change of subject. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. So, I’ve got to go and get your other gifts while we’re out.”

“Other gifts?”

“I brought some things with me.” She wiggled her nose. She knew how much he enjoyed her gifts.

“What it is? I want to see it now.” He gripped her waist in his hands.

“No. You have to wait tillChristmas.”

“I haven’t had Christmas gifts since I was little boy.”

“Well, it’s a good thing that I’m around, because I’ve got a great Christmas planned. We’re going to have eggnog and Christmas stockings and the whole nine.”

“You and your holidays.” His thick accent covered his words. “I have to step out for a few hours and take care of some business. So, you’ll have the suite to yourself.” He pulled away from her and went into the master bedroom to take off his clothes.

“Completely to myself or will that big blonde dude be outside of my door?”

“What? You don’t like blondes. Fine. I get you red-head.” He laughed.

“Whatever.” She pulled her coat off and pulled her hair out of its pony tail. Scratching her head, she went over and sat on the bed in front of him. “Do you think that he’ll take me to get something to eat? I’m starving.”

“Order in.”

“I don’t want to. I want to stretch my legs. I’ve been in a jet for hours.”

Dmitry pulled his tie loose and looked at her. “Alright.” He began to unbutton his shirt. “He’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”

Royal stood up on her knees in front of him and started to unbutton his tailor made oxford for him. He ran his hands down her back to her bottom.

They made eye contact.

She raised her eyebrow.

“Are you thinking of cancelling your plans for this afternoon.” Her hair sat flirtatiously around her shoulders.

“If I could, I would.”

Unbuttoning Dmitry’s shirt, she pulled the fine clothing from his body revealing his massive chest. She reached for his belt and pulled him closer. The smell of his cologne danced about her nose. She inhaled his fragrance and bit her lip.

“Can you…cancel?” she asked suggestively.

Dmitry gave a devilish grin and licked his lips. His voice was low and baritone. “If I could, you’d already be screaming and crawling the walls, my dear.” He tapped her behind softly, indicating his commitment to his previous engagement.

Sulking, Royal let go of his belt and watched him walk into the large bathroom. He smiled playfully at her and closed the gold double doors behind him. Defeated, she slumped down in the bed. It was highly unlike Dmitry to turn her down. He must have had something very impor-tant to do. And what did she have to do?

It was snowing like crazy, the skies were blackened with dark clouds,and she didn’t speak much Russian. Maybe the brick wall standing outside of the hotel door wouldn’t mind escorting her to the restaurant for something to eat? She sat back up on the bed and slipped on her shoes.

Chapter 18

Morning rays crept through the curtains of the presidential suite, as Royal and Dmitry lay wrapped in each other’s arms snuggled comfortably in their king-sized canopy bed. Dmitry snored lightly, and Royal listened to the grandfather clock in the corner tick the seconds away. She had been awake for nearly an hour, tossing moderately under the strain of Dmitry’s long arm wrapped protectively around her waist.

Twirling her fingers in her tangled hair, she thought about where she would have her blonde bodyguard Davyd take her today. She had seen manythe sites in the last few days, even though Dmitry had cancelled on her repeatedly. He apologized everyday promising also to spend time with her the next, buteveryday he left her in Davyd’s care. To her surprise, however, Davyd had been quite the tour guide. Plus, he