Sorry for the late update. I have been a little busy. I just thought that's I'd also state again that I do not own Vampire Academy or its characters. They belong to Richelle Mead and I'm just taking them on a naughty adventure.
The party was still going strong. In fact, I don't think anyone noticed that we were gone.
Beautiful dresses of every colour swirled passed us. I was in awe, I had never attended such an elegant party.
"I have to go mingle. Enjoy yourself."
Dimitri left me alone with his mother. This couldn't possibly get any worse.
"Sorry, if I come off… bitchy." She said, taking a glass of white wine off a passing tray.
"You bitchy? No, not at all." I bent the truth a little. She did intimidate me a little bit.
"It's nothing personal. I'm just protecting my son. You see, girls try to take advantage of his kindness and his wealth."
I couldn't help but to get the feeling that she wash fishing for info from me.
"Well, I can assure you that I have no interest in his wealth."
"No, of course you don't. Then again, employees don't sleep with their bosses and expect nothing in return. How much do you want?"
I placed my hands on my hips. "Excuse me?"
"Just give me a price by the end of the night and I'll pay it. If you'll excuse me I have some friends that I need to talk to."
She pushed passed me. Ugh! The nerve of that woman. I can't blame her though, I suppose. I'm sure Dimitri has had his share of money-whores. But that's not what I want, I don't need money. I mean, I do need money but I want to work for it myself. Where is the pride in knowing that you took it from someone else.
I ended up sitting by the bar for the most of the night, only drinking virgin cocktails. I tend to get lippy when I'm drinking and the last thing I want to do is cause a scene with Dimitri's mum. The bartender was cute, Ambrose was his name.
"Why are you by yourself?" He asked. "A pretty girl like you should have a date."
"I do have a date. He's caught up at the moment."
I glanced over at Dimitri who seemed to be having a rather heated discussion with his mother. I hope he puts her straight. Dimitri met my stare with his eyes and walked casually over to me. He pulled me off the bar stool and into his arms kissing me passionately in front of everyone, those who were around us stopped and stared. When the kiss was over I met his mum's eyes. She was not a happy camper.
"Really, you're going to challenge your mother?" I whispered hastily as he sat me back down onto the bar stool.
I glanced awkwardly at Ambrose who was watching us intently.
Dimitri laughed. "Yes, it's fun."
I rolled my eyes. "Great."
Slow music began to play.
"Shall we dance?"
"Dance? No. I don't dance."
Dimitri pulled me off the stool and over to the dance floor. I ignored the incredulous stares and subtle whispering. This was harder than I thought.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, forcing me to wrap my arms around his neck.
"You're nervous?" He asked.
"Of course I am. I don't like dancing and people are staring."
"Relax. Let them stare,"
He twirled me outwards and then back into his arms. Ew. If he does that one more time I am going to vomit. The cocktails weren't getting along with the nausea that dominated my stomach.
"You know, we're going to have to continue what we started in my office."
"I know." I chuckled. "This time without the interruption of your mother I hope."
"Believe me, there will be no interruptions."
He placed a soft kiss on my forehead and I heard people gasp, I couldn't help but to smile.
After the dance Dimitri was called to the stage to welcome the employees and thank the old ones for making us feel welcome today. Most faces looked upon me with awe except one face. I remembered her from the mail room – Mia I think her name was. She looked young, too young to work her. It was as if she had only just made it out of highschool. I didn't know her but it seems she has an issue with me… god knows why, I haven't done anything to her.
"You seem comfortable." Ambrose whispered to me.
"Hmm?"
"Banging the boss and all."
"I was banging him before he was my boss, actually."
"Classy move."
As Dimitri spoke his eyes flickered on and off me intently. There was no doubt that he could see that Ambrose was getting on my nerves.
"Leave now." I warned Ambrose. If he stayed any longer I was going to punch him where the sun doesn't shine.
Dimitri finished his speech and returned to my side. "Is there a problem here?"
"Not at all, sir." Ambrose smiled before walking away.
Dimitri turned his eyes onto me.
"He doesn't approve of us."
He wrapped his arm around my waist. "I don't care what anyone thinks."