Hey everybody! Look! I'm not dead! Sorry it took so long to update. I'm working a 40 hour work week on top of full time university. Aaah! It's ridiculous, but apparently although it takes a little longer, I write better - or at least smuttier :P Which for this story is good thing. Warning! The next chapter gets very intense & adult. Just FYI, nothing graphic persay, just abstractly descriptive.

If you review, I wra-write! Lol

The plans were set so that Olivia would spend 3 days at the house Sergei kept for his matryoshka's – and the other four days with Elliot at a separate apartment. The days Olivia stayed with the other girls, Elliot was supposed to be away on 'business'. The only reason she was allowed out of the house was because she was now instantly one of the highest ranking matryoshka's because of Elliot 'Vodorov's claim over her.

Unfortunately the same stroke of luck that gave them access to the innerworkings of Sergei's criminal activities also meant Olivia wouldn't be too popular with the other girls, especially as she was a newcomer and had climbed the ranks so quickly – without ever having to sleep on command with another man.

Their first night undercover would be their first test as well. TARU had set it up so it appeared as though Elliot had a legitimate import/export business, so Sergei was holding an exclusive dinner party for the launch of this new joint business venture and partnership. All the highest ranking members of the Vednaya mafia would be in attendance as well as other executives Sergei hoped to woo into business – or at least into bed with his girls for the chance at either blackmail and extortion or finding new deeper pocketed sponsors.

"You ready for this?" Elliot whispered in Olivia's ear as they stood at the top of the marble staircase that descended into the main ballroom. The wing of the house the matryoshka's lived in consisted of a series of apartments that resembled decent starter apartments, but even the nicest of those looked positively dilapidated compared to the luxury and decadence of Sergei's on display tonight.

Olivia was one of only 3 matryoshka's allowed to leave the complex, and that was only tolerated as Sergei needed Elliot's business, and he believed he held enough sway over him via his cousin that he wouldn't, and couldn't defect or back out at the last moment.

In this case, blood was what had gotten him into the Russian mob, and it would be blood out if ever either one of them tried to leave without Sergei's blessing, that is, his permission.

Elliot and Olivia forced their thoughts back to their covers, remembering they were here as mistress and executive instead of detectives.

With the opulent surroundings and the way Olivia was dressed, Elliot had no problems turning his attention to her and the sinuous curve of her body close to his.

Bands of amethyst satin bound her breasts, the twins swells pushed up to draw attention to the heavy diamond collar around her neck – a welcome gift from Sergei that had been left in her room. Olivia detested it. It was large, tackily so and reminded her of a dog collar, the cold metal and stones feeling like the barrel of a gun against the vulnerable flesh of her neck, choking her so she could never escape.

Below, the banded satin ended just below her hips, waterfalling in a delicate sheath of chiffon that rippled with every slight movement she made.

As they finished their descent down the stairs, Sergei came over to them – eyeing Olivia in a way that made her skin crawl. Only the steady warmth of Elliot's arm around her waist kept her from fleeing or shuddering from the goose bumps she felt threatening to give her away.

"You chose well, Vodorov. She is exquisite – perhaps I should have taken her for myself, eh?" Gold teeth glinted between the heavy jowls of his face.

Elliot pulled Olivia closer, his hand resting just beneath her belly button as he shrugged easily smiling "I do my women like I do business – I take what I want, and never share my wealth". He spoke with an arrogant sense of calm, but Olivia felt his fingers twitch against her skin, moving them in soothing rhythm that said to her that he would never let anyone touch her.

Sergei roared with laughter, clapping Elliot on the back and motioning for a waiter to bring over 3 tumblers of vodka. "Na Zdorov'ye – to your health!"

Olivia winced slightly as she drained her glass, she had a feeling whatever taste she had had for vodka before this undercover operation would very quickly disappear after weeks of this.

"So tell me Elliot, does she please you in bed? Make her beg for you? You didn't choose the youngest dancer to be sure".

"Whoever takes a bite of a sour grape before it has been sweetened by the sun and its seasons is surely a fool. There is something to be said for maturity, they are not needy and clingy like the young ones".

"Too true" Sergei nodded holding up his tumbler in agreement.

"Besides, she learns quickly. So yes, she pleases me greatly" Elliot said slickly, moving his hand up to trace circles over the bared small of her back. Olivia tried to suppress the shiver of desire that rocked through her despite Elliot's sinister comments because she knew the minute movement of his hand was meant to reassure her, comfort her in light of the atrocities he had to force himself to speak. No one else could see the soothing circles he traced on her skin.

There were probably 20 other couples at the dinner – some having come together, others having found partners in the ready supply of girls Sergei had in full supply during cocktails.

Olivia didn't speak during the meal, none of the girls did unless spoken to first by their partners. Nor did they eat until the men at their sides had taken a first bite. She merely sat in silence, listening to the filthy comments of the men as they jibed each other and Elliot, asking if such a cold bitch gave a good fuck.

Apparently Sergei had a larger delusion of grandeur than either of them had thought. As soon as the last course had been cleared away, a full string orchestra was led into the ballroom.

"And now, dance" Sergei commanded. "Go…have good time, we'll see if you dance as nicely as you do onstage".

Reluctantly, Elliot and Olivia found themselves ushered over to the dance floor. Olivia drew in a shallow breath, Elliot would never know, could never know how many times she'd dreamed of this moment. Well, not exactly like this – but to be in Elliot's arms as they danced. It was cruel fate that had her dream come true while she was trapped in a lie and a nightmare. It was the sweetest journey into hell that Olivia could have ever imagined as Elliot threaded her fingers with his and pulled her stiff, trembling body lightly into him.

Elliot clenched his teeth as he pulled Olivia into him – her body fit so perfectly against him. She would never know how much she affected him, she could never know. They had had enough problems between them stemming from their closeness – and he would never risk losing her.

He'd gone 13 long years hiding his feeling for her, and it looked as though he'd spend another 13 doing the same damn dance, so to speak. In his mind, the ink had been dry on his divorce papers since before Eli had been born despite his marriage only having been legally ended a year ago.

Though he would never admit it, Olivia thought, Elliot was a superb dancer. He made her feel weightless in his arms as he spun her around the room in time to the waltz being played by the band.

She felt beautiful when she was around him, she felt like a woman. And if she didn't know better she'd say Elliot felt the same way as she watched his gaze on her as they danced.

The music sped up slightly, transforming into an achingly sensual, sex soaked latin number. Elliot pulled her closer, spinning her so her back was to his front, her hips slid silkily across his groin and he stifled a groan.

The music swelled to its climax as Elliot tried to keep from reaching his. The dance ended in a low dip, Elliot's hand burning against the slick flesh at the small of Olivia's back.

Their foreheads touched and their breathing was heavy and laboured. Neither one wanted to be the first to let go.

So ra-ra-review!