It's me. Mere moments ago and captured from behind when I steadied myself against the table.
The black uniform hugs my curves. My back is slightly arched as I lean forward, ass jutting out just enough to look suggestive without being deliberate about it.
The angle is perfect, and the slightly grainy quality tells me that he had to zoom in with his camera for it.
That last touch of voyeurism sends my pulse racing again.
He's here. Watching me. Hunting me.
I turn and scan the crowd, half-hoping to find him standing right behind me.
"Miss? Could we get more champagne?" A woman asks.
"Yes!" I snap my head up, face burning as I raise my tray towards her. "Right away."
Just then my phone vibrates again, making me jump.
Another text.
Keep working. I enjoy the view.
Heat crawls up my neck as I try to act normal, knowing he's tracking my every move from somewhere I can't see. Each time I bend to pick up another empty glass or used plate, I wonder if he's capturing another shot. My heart starts thundering against my throat, and my skin tingles with the weight of his invisible attention.
For the next few minutes, my phone stays disappointingly silent. But I know he's out there.
Watching me. Waiting for me.
The thought sends a shiver down my spine. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to steady myself when my tray is finally empty.
But the moment I do, I see myself lying back down on my bed in Vadim's suit jacket. His storm-gray eyes darken with desire as he steps closer, and his large hands start sliding the jacket from my shoulders to expose my breasts.
Stop it!I force my eyes open, and hurry back toward the kitchen, phone burning a hole in my pocket. Each step makes me more aware of how my uniform clings to my skin, how my heart won't stop racing, and howwetmy pussy is.
As I start walking towards the back to get more champagne, my phone suddenly starts ringing.
I don't need to look to know who it is.
Then, for my second reckless act in less than twenty-four hours, I fish it out of my pocket, put it against my ear, and hear his deep rumbling voice.
"Turn around,zvyozdochka."
I turn aroundand there he is, leaning against a marble column with his phone still held to his ear. His storm-gray eyes lock onto mine as a knowing smirk plays across his lips.
"I believe you have something that belongs to me." His accent wraps around each word like silk, and sends my heartthump-thump-thumpingagainst my chest.
"Last I checked, I don't have a small business for you to buy." I try to keep my voice steady. "Unless you're talking about the suit? It’s in my car and?—"
"I was thinking of something else entirely." His lips curve into that same playful smile from the photo.
"I—" Heat floods my cheeks. "About the photo..."
"It was inspiring." His gaze travels down my body, making my skin tingle. "That jacket looked better on you than it ever did on me."
Heat flushes my face again, and I start chewing my lower lip. "I'm not usually so..." I gesture vaguely, searching for the right word.
"Improper?" His eyebrow arches.
"Bold," I correct him, lifting my chin. "And for the record, I didn't intend to steal your suit. But when you get caught up in the heat of the moment, who's really looking at what they're grabbing off the counter?"