Page 60 of Pas de Trois
I want to be there for her, and I can’t be.
I have to be here at Renata’s side.
I have to serve her to save Anya.
My blue-eyed girl comes striding back into the dining room about ten minutes later. She’s always fierce and determined, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen such cold hatred in her eyes. I hope all her hatred is directed toward Renata and not toward me, but I don’t think I could blame her if it is.
Anya changed her clothes while she was gone and she looks so smoking hot, charging into the room with furious confidence, that I want to fall to my knees for her and worship her with my undying love. I don’t know where she got these clothes I’ve never seen her in before, but she’s come back daringly in a little red dress.
It’s form-fitting, though it hangs a little loosely on her. Still, it has the same effect as if it were skintight. It stops just above her knees and the open neckline leaves little to the imagination. Her breasts are full and perky, and the low neckline gives her ample cleavage that makes me want to rip the dress right off her.
She struts across the room, heading right back to her chair—which Luca wiped clean—and she catches my eyes on her as she slowly sits. She blinks, giving me a brief glimpse of her understanding—a tiny, subtle smile—before she takes her position as the one and only Queen Mikhailov.
Anya takes her cloth napkin off the table, shaking it out and setting it on her lap just as Luca brings in a tray with the main course. “Thank you for the suggestion that I wear red, Renata. This dress does seem to better suit my small…What word did you use? Stature? It’s more my style, wouldn’t you agree?”
Renata’s fingers are steepled in front of her chin as she waits for the next course to be served. “You look like a whore.”
“Hmm. Your brother thought that, too. But let me remind you that this whore is now positioned to vote on business decisions for your family. It might be in your best interest to consider the way you treat me. Now, can’t we just enjoy our family dinner? “
Anya is…She’s just…She’s fucking amazing.
I stare at her until she looks at me and she smiles before straightening her spine, leaning back casually in her seat, as if she owns the place.
She could own the place.
She has power now. She could rule and we could win.
For the first time I think we might actually have a shot at getting out of this alive.
