The sound of a ringtone pierced the peaceful quiet, and his left arm left my shoulders.
“Dimitri,” he uttered, his voice commanding.
It hit me right there and then that it was the direct opposite of how he called my name every single time.
“Boss, it’s done.” Dimitri’s rough voice cut through my thoughts.
“And cleared?”
“Yes, boss.”
“Good. Meet me in my home office.”
“Yes, boss.”
What followed was a single bleep.
“What’s done?” I inquired, my voice raspy, as he slipped the phone back into his pocket.
He was silent for a moment before saying, “You should change into comfortable clothes and rest. I have to go attend to some work. I’ll join you later.”
He released his hold, and I took a step back as I answered with a silent, “Okay.”
For some reason I didn’t understand, I felt too raw to meet his gaze. His embrace seemed to have opened something up in me. Something I wasn’t sure I wanted to explore yet.
Just before he turned around, I noticed something.
“I…I’ve stained your suit,” I revealed, pointing at the foundation smeared all over the chest area of his suit.
“It’s nothing,” he dismissed, looking at the stain. “I was going to change anyway.”
He went straight into the closet, and I sat at the foot of the bed. He emerged from the closet in a black shirt tucked into what looked like the same black pair of pants he had on before.
Has he always been this handsome?
His dark hair shone in the light, and his dark outfit added a mysterious kind of charm to his physique.
“Make sure you rest,” he instructed, stopping in front of me for a second.
“Yeah,” I breathed, looking away as soon as I lifted my eyes to meet his.
I warred with myself as I watched him walk to the door.
“Viktor,” I called out tentatively.
He pivoted, the clear surprise in his gaze almost pinning my tongue down.
“Thank you,” I uttered, my voice coming out lower than I had intended.
“You’ve never called my name before,” he remarked slowly.
I had nothing to say to that, so I simply blinked as he turned back around and left.
Shaking unwarranted thoughts out of my head, I went to the bathroom to wash off my makeup. Then I headed into the closet to change into a pair of silky pajama pants and a shirt. I felt better and lighter as I picked up the TV remote and crawled up the bed.
I finally settled on a channel showing a documentary on Egyptian caves after flicking through countless others. Of course, there were many channels showing the type of romance movies I liked. The small problem was that I didn’t want to make use of that part of my brain or emotions just yet. I was already loaded with more than enough conflicting emotions for one day.
The documentary soon got boring, and I resumed flicking through channels again. Most channels were now casting news.
