Jurgens Senior was left alone for unknown reasons. He didn't seem to care, but something told her he wasn't satisfied with the state. Robert mentioned that he had a problem with one leg - an injury after an accident. An idea was sprouting in her head, which she decided to implement as soon as possible, as long as the opportunity presented itself.
- Forgive me for a moment, Robert. - Nadia whispered, and as she stood up, she bowed slightly to his parents. - Mr. and Mrs. Jurgens ...
They didn't blame her for leaving. She walked briskly towards him. Past the cake, picking up one of the plates with the most sumptuous slice on the way. Without a word, she sat down beside him, politely setting the dish with the treat. He didn't glance at her.
- How about a piece of cake, Mr. Jurgens?- she asked sweetly.
- I do not talk to Russian. - he huffed coldly.
- This also applies to the future granddaughter? I'm not going to break away from Robert. - she asked, still smiling.
- Not only is it a Russian, but also a viper for my grandson's fortune? - he said sourly, smiling half-mouth. - You are an interesting girl. You won't muddy my eyes.
She wanted to smack his nose very badly. Nobody offended her like this for a long time. She felt just like the night Robert called her "blondie", suggesting her stupidity. However, she wasn't upset. She nibbled on a juicy sponge cake with a delicious, slightly sour cream.
- I recommend trying it, wonderful cake. - she laughed lightly, then added more seriously, still giving the impression of a friendly chat. - First of all, I'm from the Varangians. You should have that in mind as an old Vandal. I am not one of the meek ones.
- What are you...
- In addition, I am completely solvent, Robert's money does not interest me. I suggest a small deal. - she muttered with a smile, looking at him. - Every time I see that You are alone, I will come and keep You company. In return, I expect You to stop expecting me to be submissive. I've already put it out of Robert's head, I have enough strength to go on.
He paused in dismay, pecking slowly at his piece. Despite everything, he still had a marshy face.
- You're a cunning fox ... - he muttered, then added, sighing heavily. - So be it. If only it didn't occur to you that I would like you.
- I don't require you to like me, Mr. Jurgens. - She replied, then laughed pearlly. - Good joke!
She wasn't going to give up just because the old man didn't like her nationality. After the party, Robert's parents, taking advantage of the fact that their son was taking a bath, asked her for a short conversation. They invited her to one of the salons, located in their part of the castle. It was much brighter than the one in Robert's segment, in beige and white colors. They were both sitting on a tasteful leather couch, pointing to the girl in the chair opposite. She collapsed a bit. She wondered what this might be about.
- To begin with, I am deeply sorry for my father's behavior, Nadia. - Cedric asked. - He's old, a bit bitter ...
- But it's okay, Mr. Jurgens. I understand. - she replied calmly. - Moreover, after a bit longer conversation with Robert's grandfather, I think that he is a very interesting man.
- I admire you were able to talk to him. - Greta sighed. - We want you to know that we do not care about any such conventions. What matters to us is that Robert found happiness with you.
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She was waiting for him in the living room as he had asked her to do. She sat propped up against pillows in blue silk pajamas consisting of a button-down t-shirt with a collar and shorts tied with a wide white ribbon, again with Freud's book in her hand. He unbuttoned the collar button of his black shirt as a pair for equally long black pajama bottoms. He came to her from behind back, gently tilted her head with a blonde mane and kissed her. There was a subtle, sweet scent of peaches. She smiled radiantly. He sat down next to her, folding his foot on his knee, spreading his arms out wide and hugging her against him.
- And what, Freud wrote something interesting? - he asked softly.
- I haven't read a page since the last time, so wait a while for the review. - she laughed.
- Oh, well ... - he replied smiling, shrugging his shoulders. - Tell me, how did you manage to talk to William without arousing any kind of aggression?
- Without arousing, I'd rather not say ... - she muttered, smiling at him. - It seems to me that he is a very wronged man who simply defends himself. That's all.
He thought a moment about what she said. Injured, defending himself with aggression like a hunted animal. There could be a grain of truth in that. He watched as she put the book down on the table.
- He had a big influence on your upbringing, right? - she asked, snuggling against his torso, wrapping one arm around his strong shoulder. - You are very much like him, behaved the same. As if you don't want to let anyone in through a great wound in your heart.
He didn't remember any wound, but yes, remembered perfectly well that his parents went about their own affairs, Robert spent most of his time with his grandfather. It was he who taught him everything he knew about his family and its values, it was he who instilled in him pride, tenacity and fortitude. However, he didn't reveal that it could prove to be so unhealthy and difficult for others to digest. While the opinion of the rest of the world didn't interest him, were it not for the inflexibility of the young Russian woman, he would probably be sitting alone at the moment, bittering with every minute, despite his young age. Exactly like unrepentant William.
It hasn't happened for a long time that she came for just one day, like the first time Bladebreakers suddenly showed up at him. This time they had two weeks to themselves, one entirely devoted to dealing with business partners from the USA. He didn't know what it was like, when she was usually a busted job, and at times like this her family did surprisingly well without her. Didn't think about it for too long. He was glad they were sailing together. Their last voyage together was not very happy, it almost turned out to be a nail in the coffin through a comedy of misunderstandings and jealousies. This time they could, together, slowly enjoy the scent of sea air during the trivial walk on the deck that he dreamed about. She looked adorable in a gray long-sleeved collar-trimmed blouse that complimented a navy blue dress, and long black socks mingling with dark high-heeled shoes, with a slight tied below the ankle. There was a black bow in her loose hair. New York greeted them with a noise that would make many a headache. He didn't like noisy places, usually lived in peace and quiet. She didn't seem happy either, but they had to get used to it for a moment. He adjusted his light brown jacket over a white t-shirt tucked into gray pants, long legs hanging over his brown boots. All they had time was to hurriedly leave their belongings at the hotel to rush to the row of scheduled meetings. Fortunately, some of them were planned in restaurants, otherwise they would starve. The interviews were extremely important to the development of the parents' business, so they couldn't leave a spot. Usually, he was a little stressed before going in, and he made it very natural with Nadia's company. He also found that the girl is a tough negotiator. The interlocutors thought that they would play something with two teenagers, unfortunately they quickly forced them to get rid of this vision together. He wondered under what circumstances she had gained such experience. The negotiations took three days. Everything went better than he expected, wanted to flying with happiness. As soon as they entered the room, he hugged her happily.
- Maybe a little toast to success? - He muttered directly into her ear, gently biting the lobe of her ear, near the dangling earring.
- With you I will fall into alcoholism! - She laughed pearlly. - Give me a minute for a quick shower.
- I don't guarantee that I will wait ...
- At least leave me a glass of wine. - She replied calmly kissing him on the cheek.
He watched as she smoothly wriggled out of his embrace, untied her shoes, leaves them against the wall to go with her things to the bathroom.
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A cool shower was just what she needed, after a day of excitement, noise, the ubiquitous dust of New York City streets, and the sun glinting off the ubiquitous windows, mirrors and glass. She could feel the cold rivulets running down her hair and back. A relaxing feeling, especially when combined with the appetizing scent of peach. She felt much better quickly. She tied a string on her light-colored linen shorts, fastened the last button in front of the slightly turned collar and left, gently braiding her still damp hair, tying it with a thin elastic band. He was sitting on the couch, his hands spread wide. He had already taken off his jacket, and his short sleeves showed quite well-structured arms. Involuntarily, it crossed her mind what he looked like shirtless, but she shook herself off the inappropriate, embarrassing thought. In his left hand, she noticed the characteristic glass of ice and dark liquid. There was a glass of red wine waiting on the table. She tried to come as quietly as possible, but Robert heard it anyway. He needed to drink a little more than she thought, his face was visibly flushed. Nadia thought she had never seen him with such a charming expression as when he was drunk. He was looking at her a little as if he was about to fall asleep, but there was something in his eyes that made him look agitated. She didn't have time to reach for the glass prepared for her. As soon as she sat down, he put his drink down and reached her, sticking his lips insistently. Nadia squealed in surprise, a moment later they both fell onto the couch. She didn't know if he'd done it on purpose, but shared some of the slowly sipping whiskey with her. Recently, even when sober, he allowed himself more, especially when they were alone. She absurdly liked it. He had never been so violent before, she felt a wonderful thrill of excitement running down her spine. A gentle male hand with long fingers slowly slipped over her bare leg, relentlessly approaching the trouser leg. He moved to her neck exactly like the last time in the rose garden.
- You smell lovely, I love peaches. - he whispered as more shivers ran down her spine. - You're so sexy, Nadezhda ...
The first time he used her full name. It sounded very interesting from the mouth of the German. A hand skipped the shorts, hooking the knot on the linen string at the waist as if it were going to come back later, then slipped slightly under the blouse. Instantly she blushed with a blush and grabbed his wrist.
- You look pale somehow, sweetheart. - she replied hastily, trying to stay calm. - Aren't you tired?
- On the contrary, I am bursting with energy. - he muttered, sticking into her mouth again.
- It's not a good idea, Robert, I can assure you. - she continued, holding back his still pressing arm.
She felt shiver after shudder with each kiss on her neck. The excitement grew with each passing moment, the more difficult it was to resist. At the same time, she was happy and feared the consequences.
- I want you so much ... - he sighed, biting aggressively into the pale skin of her round shoulder, and hearing soft moan, he did it again.
- Think what it would be like if your illegitimate offspring resulted from this one night! - she thought hastily. - Nobody will see if we love each other. Their only interest is that you fathered a bastard after all.
Robert stopped, stopped pressing. He hovered motionless above her for a few seconds, then, surprisingly efficiently for the likely amount of alcohol he had drunk, rose to a sitting position. He reached for the glass, other hand hiding a part of his face.
- You're right. - he muttered, visibly dissatisfied.
- Cheer up, love. There will be time for everything. - She replied calmly, pouring the whiskey gradually disappearing from his glass, with her other hand tenderly combing the short strands falling on his forehead. - Something you wait a little longer for usually tastes much better.
She guessed that the reason that stopped him came only in place of the steaming alcohol. She decided to take advantage of this intoxication a bit. Reached for a glass of wine, straddling his legs. Without taking his eyes off her, he took a sip, then wrapped his free arm around her waist and pressed against him with all his strength. She squeaked again. Their noses touched. She put her hand on the white T-shirt, her fingers tightly gripping the muscle underneath it. He muttered a long, subtle kiss, gradually intensifying his caress. She couldn't break away, even though she didn't really like the taste of red alcohol. There was an aroma of cherry in it, which she didn't expect from such a drink. She looked at the bottle in surprise.
- What kind of whiskey is that? - she asked, looking at him.
- The most expensive Scotch in the world, aged in sherry casks. - he explained, getting drunk again. - Private, for special occasions.
"For special occasions" ... She felt strangely overwhelmed, as if guilty. The special occasion could have been their success in the business field, and it could have been HER too. She finished her wine, set glass down to wrap arms slowly and carefully around his neck, bringing lips to his ear. A hand with long fingers slipped over her leg, under a thin linen cloth, straight to her round buttock. He pressed subtly on the skin, causing another thrill of excitement. She felt herself blushing. She wasn't ready for such a move, but didn't pull back, still struggling between doubt and guilt.
- Robert ... can I ask you something? - she muttered sweetly.
- Anything you want.- he replied calmly, finishing his drink.
- What do you like? - She looked at him innocently. - Do you have any fantasies?
- Erotic? - he asked, and when she nodded, he added with a slight smile. - I'll tell you about it only in bed.
- That's not fair! - she moaned, making a scowl.
- Here I can only tell you that I was barely in control when you arrived with the collar around your neck. I felt like doing it. - He sighed, nuzzling the skin below her jaw, as she tilted head slightly, and sucked on with his lips. - And I love long socks.