Robert opened his eyes slowly. The snake was gone, and a bracelet wrapped around, glistened on a shelf near her head. Nadia was still lying with her back turned. She was so tired that she didn't even move in sleep. He pressed tighter to her body, but didn't enjoy the moment for too long, the movement awakened her. She sprang to a sitting position with a wild cry. She looked at the clock in front of them.
- What?! It's eight o'clock ?! So late?! - she squeaked.
She tried to free herself from the voluminous satin sheets in the color of a ripe cherry, but he successfully prevented her from doing so. Wrapped his arms around her again and pinned her to the bed.
- Calm down and lie ... - he muttered, pretending to be sleepy.
- What "calm down" ?! I'm three hours behind with work! I should be long after training, breakfast and a few calls! - she moaned, turning to face him. - Then the finances of the house, pay the employees, check Tiana's projects, if she wasn't crazy about the proportions again, arranging a session for a new collection ... And I was supposed to be in Russia with my parents by noon! Why didn't you wake me up ?!
-Because you don't have any work today, and neither do I... - he yawned. - We have all day to ourselves, we can lie in bed all day long and I suggest you use it.
- What have you done?
- You're not going back anywhere, I'm keeping you here. Parents have known about it since yesterday evening. They objected a bit, but finally agreed with me.
- What ... for how long? - she gasped in disbelief.
- Forever, darling. Forever ... - he replied smiling, laying on back with arms under head.
She looked like she was about to throw thanks, but something stopped her. Something that made her blush with a luscious blush and suddenly turned her back on him. He looked at himself. Had to wake up in the night and take off the rest of his suit, for convenience he stayed in the same underwear, which, because he covered himself to the navel, she had not yet noticed. But she could see in full splendor an elaborate chest, a slight outline of the muscles on his stomach, strong arms. Apparently that was enough. She was breathing very restlessly. She accidentally gave him an idea of how to distract from tasks and work. He decided to combine business with pleasure. He put one arm around her, slightly blocking her hands, then, smiling, he moved to her ear.
- I noticed before that you are ashamed of being naked, even in my company. - he whispered, and she strained her entire body nervously. - Not good...
With his free hand, found the covered zipper of her sleeveless dress, then unbuttoned it. She tensed even more.
- Robert! What are you doing ?! Let me go! - she pleaded, struggling.
He pressed her firmly against him, barely exposing entire fair back. He wanted her to feel him, to stop being afraid of the touch of his body. He wanted to feel her himself. The feeling was stronger than he was.
- I won't hurt you, I swear ... - he muttered straight into her ear.
He loosened his grip a bit. Slid hand under the fabric, running it gently over flat stomach. He breathed calmly, releasing air against her skin. She stiffened but stopped struggling.
- You'll have to let me get through to you in the end, we'll be married at any moment! - he laughed, hooking the forefinger of outer hand on the round pin on her collar. - Relax...
Jurgens pulled it down to her waist in one smooth, slow motion. Would have gone on, had a knock on the door not interrupted him. Nadia took advantage of the moment of inattention to break free from the undressing embrace and covered to chin. The butler of the Jurgens family, invited by the boy, entered the room.
- Master, Miss, I hope you both got some sleep? - he asked, bowing a bit. - Miss looks much better today than yesterday.
- Thank you, Gustav ... and that's how I feel ... - she muttered, trying to stay calm.
- Parents ask if you will come down to the dining room.
- I have to make sure that Nadia does not get away to hard work, we will spend the day here. - Robert replied calmly, putting arm around her.
- So let me bring you breakfast. - the man replied.
- Thank you, Gustav. Take your time too.
He left, quietly closing the door behind. Before Robert could turn to her, she hid under the covers, ashamed. He considered it an idea worth using. He dove after her, and as soon as found tiny wrists to lock them on either side of her head, he quickly found her ruby red lips and kissed her hotly. Despite the earlier, completely irrational behavior, she gave up very quickly and returned the caress, gradually relaxing the whole body. He felt her skin warm him, and damp tongue craves his company. He wanted more and more.
- I'm having a great time, are you?
- Who are you and what did you do with Robert? - the girl huffed, suppressing a smile.
- You'd better say what you've done to me ... - he muttered, leaning low against her face.
The eyes grew accustomed to the gloom. He leaned on forearm and other hand traveled over her skin, between breasts, along belly, feeling the goose bumps growing under his fingers, straight to the navel, where the black skirt began. He slid it off, this time with her little help, all the while keeping his eyes on the honey irises. He tossed the fabric on the floor, enjoying the view. Swallowed hard at the sensation. She was left in only her underwear. Flesh-colored, barely visible, slightly translucent, lace. A ruby-set disc glistened on the finger.
He realized that he probably never ate breakfast in bed. Even when he was sick, he would go down to the dining room. And he certainly did not have this opportunity, half-naked, in the company of a half-naked, beautiful girl. She was used to the situation enough to snuggle against his torso, but not enough to let go of the quilt held against her collarbones. It was a huge success that she broke away from morning paranoia. They drank jasmine tea, reveling in the blissful silence and their own company. She turned honey irises towards him.
- What are you thinking about? - she asked.
- The day we met, I thought you were an empty, bloated doll. Mainly because of what you looked like. - he replied.
- I'm not surprised! You know perfectly well that as a public figure I have to "look" - she laughed pearlly. - But at home I definitely prefer to walk in what is comfortable.
- Mhm ... - he muttered, hugging her to him. - I like the pink sweater the best.
- If so, you probably would like another one, although to be honest I haven't seen it for a long time. As soon as Tiana saw it, she threw it to the bottom of my wardrobe so I wouldn't find it by accident. It's big, brown, shaggy ...- she giggled, pretending that she was accusing him of something. - ... and has a hood with cat ears. I bought it a few years ago during a tournament in Japan. Such a tiny whim.
- I'd love to see it ... - he replied, kissing tiny nose.
The girl leaned over to the bedside table, taking the phone out of it and clicking hurriedly. He shouldn't have been doing this, but he glanced over her shoulder. She noticed and didn't cover the screen. She contacted Svietlana asking for her skates, roller skates and a brown sweater.
- You can reduce my duties, but you will not take away the sport. - She replied proudly, hiding the device.
- I am not going to. But I figured you'd rather take everything, not just a few things. - he was surprised.
- Oh gosh! - she moaned suddenly, clutching her head. - And Nikita?
- End this worry, we'll deal with it later. - he ordered firmly, tossing her on the pillows.
She had given him more happiness than he might have suspected. He didn't expect that he wouldn't be able to deviate from something like an affiliate relationship. Or that of his own free will he will ask the girl to marry him! She nuzzled her head against his body so he could sink into golden hair again. He was also fond of a moment of rest, especially after the last hard training sessions. He felt a characteristic pain in his muscles, but tried to ignore it.
- Did you really openly tell my parents that I am staying here forever and they agreed? - she muttered, not letting go of him.
- Oh well...
- Master Jurgens, have you deceived your future in-laws? - she laughed, carrying it on her forearms, revealing her round breasts trapped in lace. - Nasty!
- The ends justify the means. - he replied, hugging her again. - I'm glad you're getting better. At least you're not talking nonsense like yesterday.
- What?
- You complained that you shouldn't accept a proposal.
- Oh ... sorry ... - she sighed painfully, automatically sitting on his legs. - I didn't mean that ...
- That's why I insist you slow down a little. - he said calmly, gently brushing the hair from her face. - I hope that we will spend a lot of time together.
- Speaking of time ... It would be appropriate to think about a wedding and a party, don't you think?
- I would start with honeymoon. How about Tuscany?
- Livorno, right? - She leaned over him, biting her lower lip with a smile. - Very willingly.
Taking advantage of the sitting position, she looked around the room in which they were sitting. It was elegantly furnished, suited to both of them, in dark ebony colors. On the wall opposite the bed was a large, well-equipped bookcase, next to it a huge door leading to the bathroom and dressing room. Near the books there was a double sofa upholstered in maroon fabric with a lamp with a glass shade hanging above it on a long leg. On one wall of the room, two huge windows, slightly hidden by satin curtains, shone with sunlight. There were bedside tables with smaller lamps on either side of the bed, and when she looked up, she noticed a huge canopy spread over them. The floor was dark carpeted and a sumptuous crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling.
- Do you like it? - he asked, placing hands on her hips.
- What is this room? - she asked, looking at him seriously. - I've never seen it ...
- Our bedroom. - he replied calmly, then added amused, seeing her surprised expression. - I found it pointless to occupy two rooms, since we sleep in the living room anyway.
- You are impossible, Robert! - she laughed, leaning to his mouth.
No matter how long he listened to his name pronounced by her with a Russian accent. He felt the same intense shiver every time. This time he also felt goose bumps on her bare back as he gently hugged her, kissing passionately.