Page 64 of Bound by Love
As Brie started to leave, Rytsar placed his hand on her bare shoulder. “Stay. I will take care of this.”
Rytsar went to attend to the baby, leaving Brie standing in the room alone. Curious, she gave in to the urge to peek. She watched with a sense of pride as Rytsar gently picked Hope up. Cradling the tiny infant against his chest, he spoke to his niece in Russian and then began singing a haunting lullaby in a low, comforting tone.
Hope instantly stopped crying.
Brie was as mesmerized by Rytsar’s song as her daughter. He looked up and caught Brie staring. Rather than scold her for her disobedience, he winked while continuing to sing to Hope. It was a tender moment betweendyadyaand child.
Brie finally made the connection. Rytsar was the babysitter for the evening, and she felt totally at peace. “Thank you, Sir,” she said quietly as she watched the two together.
Brie left them to make a list of instructions for Rytsar but had to laugh when she found Sir had already written a similar list and left it on the counter. Reading over it, Brie was impressed Sir had not missed a single item.
Rytsar came out of the baby’s room, still carrying Hope in his arms. “Do not worry,radost moya,I will hold down the fort here.”
She smiled at him gratefully. “She couldn’t be in better hands.”
“Moye solntseand I understand each other,” he stated, looking down at the babe.
“I see the connection she has with herdyadya.”
“So there is no reason to concern yourself with us.” He held up the tiny babe. “We want you to have a good time with my comrade.”
Brie walked over to kiss Hope on the head and left a matching imprint of her lips on her forehead. “I thank you, both. If you need anything, don’t forget we’re just a phone call—”
“Do not fret,” he insisted. “Spending time with her is exactly what my heart desires.”
Brie smiled at him tenderly, touched by his devotion. “I love you, Rytsar.”
“And I you. Now, go. Do not make your Master wait.”
Brie gave Rytsar a formal curtsy with a full view of her impressive cleavage. He whistled in appreciation as she headed out the door.
Sir was waiting outside beside a limo when she exited the building. Brie suddenly felt butterflies. He had slicked back his hair in the style of Rhett’s, and he was dressed in the same classic black suit and vest from the movie. He also wore a devilish smirk on his lips.
“You are looking positively radiant this evening, Miss O’Hara.”
Brie felt the warmth of a blush on her cheeks. “Mr. Butler, you do know how to turn a girl’s head.”
Sir held his hand out to her. “Let me give you a real reason to blush, my dear.”
Brie sauntered over to him, causing her skirt to make delightful swishing sounds as she walked. She smiled to herself when she caught him staring intently at her cleavage.
“Do you like my new dress?” she asked sweetly, twisting back and forth where she stood.
“It’s not the dress that catches my attention,” he replied, opening the limo door for her.
Getting into the vehicle proved an amusing challenge with her voluminous dress. Sir chuckled as he helped maneuver the ungainly skirt into the car. Getting the seatbelt around her caused another round of giggles.
Sir kept their destination to himself, leaving Brie to wonder the entire ride. When they pulled up to the theater, she let out an excited gasp.
“Tonight’s play happens to beGone with the Wind. I thought you would enjoy it,” Sir told her as he helped Brie out of the limo. She smoothed out the material of her dress, pulling down the ruffles on her shoulders to expose more skin for Sir while making a nice frame for her cleavage.
She laughed at herself, suddenly reminded of a scene in the movie where Scarlett had done the exact same thing. Harnessing the Scarlett vibe, Brie embraced her role as she took the arm Sir offered and they walked into the theater.
People couldn’t help staring and pointing, some even asking for selfies with the two as they made their way up to the balcony seats. Sir was patient, handling the attention with grace.
When he was finally able to guide her to their private box seats, she squealed in pleasure. “This isn’t the exact same balcony, is it?”
“It is, my dear.”
