The red lacy material moulded to my breasts; the bright colour stood out against my skin. I fiddled with the straps, making sure it looked perfect before opening the camera on my phone. I glanced at my reflection; my hair and makeup were as good as I could get in the limited time I had. If I took any longer, Dimitri would start asking questions.
I posed in front of the mirror, snapping a few pictures of my latest purchase. I added my work shirt, leaving it unbuttoned so the red lingerie peeked out. Part of me felt silly going to such lengths, the other part of me was excited to see Dimitri's reaction when he received the photos.
After taking close to thirty pictures, I finished dressing and walked out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened.
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The meeting was long and boring, reiterating information I already knew—a perk of being a royal guard and the Queen's best friend was hearing all of the news first-hand. Still, I remained in my seat and pretended to be listening to what the guardian up front said. Dimitri sat a few rows in front of me, like a good student, he preferred to be closer to the front. I preferred the back so I was never called on during the meetings.
I had a decent angle, able to see part of his face and where his phone sat on the table in front of him. It was the perfect time.
I scrolled through the photos and chose the best ones, then sent them to Dimitri one by one. He ignored the first buzz of a notification but looked at the second. I could see his confusion receiving a text from me; he glanced over his shoulder before he turned back to his phone. The reaction was instant. Dimitri slammed his phone face down on the table and twisted in his seat to give me an incredulous look. I smirked at the obvious desire in his eyes.
"Do you have something to add, Belikov?" Hans' commanding voice echoed in the otherwise silent room. Every eye turned to Dimitri.
Dimitri's shoulders tensed, features schooled as he replied, "No, sir."
The meeting continued after an annoyed glare from Hans; it took everything in me not to laugh out loud. I would get an earful about it later, but it was worth it to watch Dimitri squirm.
He glanced back at me again before I received a message on my phone. I checked the screen and couldn't hold back my smile.
– "You're playing a dangerous game, Roza."
Anticipation buzzed under my skin; messing with Dimitri was my favourite game to play.
