Page 9 of Inside of You, Vol. One
Someone knocks at your door.
You gaze at it, wondering who could be coming over this late in the evening. You had not been expecting any guests.
You slowly walk to the door and before you can ask who it is, the person speaks with a heavy Russian accent, “Open the door.”
Your heart pumps faster in your chest.
You slowly open the door.
Kazimir stands there, looking gorgeous and dressed in a black designer suit. Power radiates off him. His hair is swept back. His muscles bulge under the material. Five men stand behind him. Three are holding guns. The one on his right has an arm full of white roses. There must be at least four dozen. The guy on his left has gold and black wrapped presents in his arms.
Kazimir targets you with his gaze. Lust swims in his eyes, his pupils are dilated. “I told you, I would be back.”
You stand there, speechless.
“Are you hungry?”
You nod.
Kazimir gestures at the man with presents. “What are you waiting for? Give them to her.”
You step back and let them through.
The man with the presents rushes in and sets them down on your table.
You stare at the packages, imagining what could be inside.
The guy with the roses walks up to you. Kazimir takes one rose, steps closer to you, and brings it to his lips, kissing it. “Have you thought about me?”
You whisper, “Yes.”
“Tonight, I want to kiss more than this rose.” Kazimir gives you the rose. “Do you understand?”
You blush. “Yes.”
Kazimir moves his gaze over your body. “I’ve brought you a gown. Try it on. I want to see how it looks on you.”
Nodding, you pick up the long, flat box.
Three more men hurry into your place. One is dressed like a chef. The others are pushing carts stacked with dishes and steaming hot food.
Kazimir watches you.
Clearing your throat, you walk to your bedroom and open the box. A clear garment bag rests on top. You pull it out. To your shock, you see a beautiful gown, one that you had actually been looking at online a few days ago.
You wonder how he knew you wanted this gown.
You unzip the garment bag. There is lingerie inside of it also. Taking your time, you shower and put everything on—the lingerie and gown.
It all fits perfectly.
Minutes later, you open the bedroom door and the delicious aroma of high-end gourmet food hits your nose. Your mouth waters. Your nerves are oddly calm. In fact, you can’t even remember what was stressing you out to begin with.
And even if you did, you know Kazimir will handle it. He seems like the type of man that would try to solve all your problems.
You step out into the living room.
Sitting on your couch, Kazimir has his jacket and he holds a drink as he talks to his men.
