Dominate me by Julia Romush (most read books txt) 📖

When I was already sitting in the car, for some reason, it seemed to me that he deliberately did not want to go in and out of the institution with me. Probably didn't want to be seen together?

So. Stop. If he didn't want to, he wouldn't invite anywhere. Especially in such a place.

My thoughts were interrupted by the man himself, who quickly left the restaurant and almost immediately found himself near the car. He had a small box in his hands.

"It's for you", he handed it to me as soon as he was in the car.

Of course, I immediately took her in my arms, but I was completely confused by what could be inside.

"What's here?". I did not dare to open, but just looked at his satisfied face. He liked my reaction.

"You'll open it at home", Artem said, smiling.

"But ... I'll be alone at home", I said with a kind of fading, upset that I had just realized it herself.

And Klimov did not think to answer. He just started the car and, despite my confusion, drove along the road I had known for a long time.

The whole time we were driving, I just couldn't help but think of the thing in my hands. And these treacherous thoughts ranged from the most innocent to the most unreal.

I had been sitting on needles for half an hour and there was nothing I could do about it.

When the car drove up to the house, I started to get nervous. My fingers gripped the box with such force that it seemed I could not unhook them.

If before I was worried about the fact that Artem wanted to go into the house and I did not know how to behave with him, now I really wanted him to come. I missed him very much. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to kiss. Inhale its aroma. To see in his eyes an unreal excitement and desire.

But I had one problem. I did not know whether I had the right to all these desires, whether I had the right to voice at least some of it. And I didn't know what his reaction might be to all this.

"Thank you for the evening", I said, returning to Klimov.

It was uncomfortable for me to say that, but I didn't care. I procrastinated as much as I could, almost delaying every minute of my stay with him in the car. I didn't even know what else to think of.

Only Klimov regarded my delay in his own way. At first I just didn't understand what he was doing when the man got out of the car and very slowly approached the passenger door, opened it for me and held out his hand.

"Please", it was said, as if mockingly and mockingly, but at the same time somehow seriously.

"Thank you", I put my hand in his, and felt him press her harder than necessary. And for a long time did not let go. Until I came out. Until I stood like that next to him. Opposite him. Feeling how he penetrated my soul with his gaze.

Everything at one point became very awkward. It was like a game where we both didn't know the rules. Where are we silent from the inconvenience of the moment.

"Here's dessert", I just started blinking often when I heard this. I did not immediately understand what he was talking about. And only the look of Klimov, who fell on the box, brought clarity, "I remembered that you liked him."

I hugged. I melted. I flowed. Turned from ice to steam at once.

This man had to remember what thousands of people's lives depended on, production, meetings and arrangements, but he ... remembered my dessert.

I blinked like a fool and did not know what to say. How to make him not understand that I now considered myself the luckiest and happiest?!

Carefully but quickly put the box on the hood of the car and deftly untied the whimsical bow. The box fell apart like a magic wand. I was really impressed now, but not with dessert. And the act committed by a man standing nearby.

"Haven't you tried it?". I asked, but it's just for a tick, because the next second I scooped the cream from the dessert with my finger and brought it to Artem's lips, "try ...". I said more slowly and quietly, seeing how his eyes darkened. "It's very tasty", the voice hoarse, and I froze in indecision.

But his determination was enough for the two of us. Klimov grabbed my hand as soon as I tried to remove it. He did it so powerfully that I caught my breath.

"And not only he ...", having said that, the man pulled my hand closer and touched the lips of my finger.

I really liked this game, but I really didn't like the fact that Artem is a more experienced player, and now I intuitively felt that I was losing.

"Not only that", I said, continuing to look him straight in the eye. Without breaking eye contact, I ran my finger over the cream again, and this time slowly raised it to my lips. 

So now it was his turn to swallow saliva. Noisy, torn inhaling and exhaling. 

If I thought that I was not a very good actress, then at that moment I realized that Klimov as an actor was completely incompetent.

"If you are not in a hurry anywhere ...". I took a long pause specifically to hear his:

"No."

"Then I can share my dessert with you. Will you come in?"