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      She looks over to Sergey, who’s eyes have looked away from his paper and onto her.
     
    “Sorry.” She whispers, as she brings her finger up to brush away the water on the side of her mouth.
     
    “Not at all.” He says, flopping the paper on the table and leaning back into his chair.
     
    “So,” She starts, trying to make conversation. “You have a very nice dining room.”
     
    “Thank you.” He says, looking around the room, his eyes traveling all the way up to the ceiling. “But not really in my taste. It came like this when I bought the place.” He picks up his water glass, bringing the cool liquid up to his lips. “I’ve been meaning to redo it.”
     
    “No, no!” She says. “It’s nice.”
     
      She bites her bottom lip, hesitating as her heart beat quickens before she decides to just spit it out.
     
    “Are you alone?” She asks him in a whisper.
     
    “Alone?” He asks her back, raising his eyebrow. “I don’t understand what you’re asking me.”
     
    “I mean… You’re not married or anything?” She replies, the embarrassment beginning to show on her face.
     
    “Yes…” He sighs, nodding his head softly as he clenches his sharp jaw before his face softens into a small smirk. “I am not married. I was, but now… I am in fact alone.”
     
    “But why?” She asks, resting her elbow on the dark wooden table, her cheek in her palm. “You could have any woman you want, so why are you still only getting one plate made for dinner every night?”
     
    “Things get complicated when people walk out on you.” He says, standing up from his chair and smoothing the wrinkles in his pants. “But thank you for keeping me company this evening. I appreciate it.”
     
    “Mr. Yeshevsky…” Shelby says, feeling the burning regret of her inquiry. “I’m sorry.”
     
      He turns back toward her, breathing deeply through his nose as his eyes zero in on her before he sighs and softens them.
     
    “Stay with me tonight, then.” He says.
     
    She blushes as he holds out his hand. Shelby grabs it and stands up beside him.
     
    “If you think my being alone is your business, then stay for a while.” He says gruffly.
     
    “Okay.” She whispers. “Okay, I will.”

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 9
     
     
      Shelby walks behind him, following him down the wide hallways to his bedroom.
     
    “Just in here.” He says, pushing open a heavy, dark stained wooden door at the end of the hall.
     
      The room is surprisingly white considers the dark décor of the rest of the mansion. She walks quietly over to his bed and sits down, resting, her calves aching and knees weak as she watches Sergey loosen his necktie and pull it off over his head, messing up his hair.
     
    “Your bed is very comfortable.” She says, clearing her throat as she watches him begin to unbutton his white, pressed, button down shirt.
     
    “Yeah.” He says, pulling his arms out of the sleeves and walking over to the master bathroom.
     
    He flips on the light switch before turning to her and leaning his body against the doorway.
     
    “You can stay sitting on it if you like, or you can come in here with me.” He says, slowly backing into the bright light of the bathroom.
     
      She blushes, looking down at her black slacks before looking back up into the empty doorway. She gets off the bed, hearing the hiss of water as Sergey turns the tap on his shower. Shelby hesitates, her breath shaking as she tries to breathe.
     
      She nervously unbuttons her blouse as she enters the large bathroom, noticing Sergey’s thick, muscular shoulders “V” down into his thin waist through the frosted glass of the shower doors.
     
    Shelby lets her blouse fall behind her before unclasping the hook of her bra, peeling it off her chest and placing it on top of the pile that is her blouse. She unbuttons the top button of her slacks before unzipping the zipper and pushing them and her panties down to the ground.
     
    She