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He leaned in and kissed me softly. “I’m sure you’re tired, but I would prefer if you stayed the night.” He spoke as he took my hand. I felt good and shook my head in agreement.

He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. As I sat down, he walked back to the door. “I’ll be right back,” he said as he left the room. I heard the bathroom door and knew he was most likely also showering.

Once he returned, he lay down next to me, trailing his fingertip along my arm as we stared at each other. He had a strange smile on his lips, and I wondered why he appeared to be so happy. After all, the night didn’t end the way he had hoped, I was sure.

My eyes felt heavy, but I wasn’t ready to close them yet. We could get to know each other a bit though. Maybe in the morning, we could see how things went.

Chapter 5 - Sergei

Seeing her there on the bed in my hotel room as I walked back in made me feel comfortable. I wasn’t sure why, but just having her here was calming. The living area looked like a hurricane had hit it. There were trolleys and glasses all over the place.

That was a subject for the morning, I thought as I entered the room. I smiled as I walked in. She was so innocent, and the evening had turned out to be less than I had hoped. Yet, it was fun, and there was a possibility of more.

“Today, I had a visit with my brother and his wife,” I said as I lay down next to her on the bed. I glanced at the TV mounted on the wall opposite the bed, not sure why I said that.

Looking at her again I saw her full lips were pulled into a welcoming smile. She had a presence about her that pulled me in, and I couldn’t help but share it with her. Everything about her called at me, especially her voluptuous curves.

“Tell me more,” she replied as I drew a back down her arm.

“They’re having a baby.” I continued before I could stop myself. Then I noticed the panic in her eyes, and I was sure I knew what she was thinking.

“No, no,” I assured her as I stood back up and waved my hands before me, “I am not ready for children, please do not think that is what I meant. We just met.” I noticed her shoulders relaxing and moved to open the bedcover for her.

“Sorry, for scaring you; I just feel so comfortable around you that I could keep talking all night,” I said standing back from the bed.

Irina’s smile returned as she moved up and pulled the cover over her legs. “It’s fine, I really don’t mind talking some.” She answered in a soft tone.

I exhaled the breath I was holding and moved around to my side with a couple of quick steps. As I joined her under the covers, she lay back on the stack of pillows.

Her hair, a lovely contrast to the white covers, framed her face. For a moment, I could only stare at her angelic look.

I shook my head as thoughts of our evening tried to revive my stamina, and I lay down on my side again facing her. “You see,” I started again. “It’s not that I don’t think they shouldn’t have one. Well, it’s just that with their kind of business, I don’t think it’s wise. You know what I mean?”

Irina gazed at me as if I was suddenly speaking another language. “I’m not sure,” she said. “I thought you had your own company?”

“Oh, yes, we do,” I answered as I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was nearing two in the morning. Rubbing at the stubbles coming out on my cheek, I wondered how the time had passed so quickly.

“Do you have to work in the morning,” I asked turning my attention back to Irina. “I hadn’t noticed the time; we can sleep if you need to get up early.”

“No,” she replied, beaming. “I only start on Monday. When will you be going back?”

I pushed my hair behind my ear and moved closer. “I have a flight back on Wednesday, but…” I caressed her arm lightly. “I can extend my stay if there is a reason,” I completed grinning at her.

Irina took my hand in hers and squeezed lightly, “Let’s see how the weekend goes first.” She said as she turned to face me. “Tell me more about you.”

I felt a sudden need to tell her everything about my life. I wondered if she would understand it all. There were my kinks to consider. I smiled as my mind wandered back to my home. But then there was also Roman and Bratva.

My smile faded as I considered what would be safe and what not. How much could I share with her before pushing her away? After all, we had just met, and I knew nothing about her.

“Well, my twin and I were raised by a single mom in Los Angeles. Once we got to high school, we worked weekends, and then we worked two jobs each while putting ourselves through college. We started our own company, and I must say, we worked hard but managed to build a successful firm.”

“Oh, wow,” she replied with a hint of excitement in her voice. “And you?” I asked, smiling.

“I grew up without a mother, but my father done right by me, I think. I studied abroad and worked there for a while.” Her smile dropped as she spoke, and I could see tears forming in her beautiful eyes.

It was my turn to squeeze her hand, “It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it.” I said carefully. Irina glanced at me and wiped her eyes before closing them for a second.

I continued our discussion giving her time to gather herself. “After our mother passed, we discovered some documents she had been hiding from us,” I said rubbing my cheek again as I thought back.

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