“Calm down, she said as much,” I replied. “She said you wouldn’t hear of it, and I told her to put the blame on me if, by chance, you heard her.”
“She can’t call you by your name. It’ll be awkward even for her,” he argued, his tone lower.
“Penalize me, then,” I told him with a sly smile. “I’ll take it.”
“Fine,” he conceded with a heavy sigh.
“The table will be set in five minutes,” Mina proclaimed.
“Oh…so soon?” I asked, and Viktor glanced at his wristwatch.
“That’s right,” he confirmed.
“Let’s just finish this floor and then continue the tour some other day. Or, maybe after dinner,” I suggested.
“Okay,” he concurred. “Let’s go, then.”
We went to our hallway, and he opened the first door, leading the way inside the dimly lit room.
“Your study,” I pointed out, looking at the tall shelves filled with books lining the left and right walls.
“Yes. It used to my my father’s, and before him it was his father’s. So, I can’t take credit for all the books here.”
“But they wouldn’t be in good condition if you didn’t care about books,” I pointed out, my fingers tracing the titles in the middle section of one of the shelves.
“I like reading. Not that I always have the time to read as much as I want to,” he admitted.
“Thrills of leadership,” I remarked.
“You could say that.”
Once we got out of the study, we went into the first room on the right. The room I already knew was his home office. So we didn’t spend a minute in there before going back out.
“Our bedroom,” he uttered, pointing towards the door with a smile on his face.
“You don’t say,” I mentioned, rolling my eyes.
“I love it when you roll your eyes. Did I ever tell you that?”
I shook my head.
“I love it,” he affirmed.
“Thanks, I guess.”
He opened the door after our bedroom door.
“My personal gym,” he stated as we entered the room.
It didn’t look like a personal gym to me. I could see some workout machinery that I’d never spotted at the gym I attended once in a blue moon. And it was a big, professional gym.
“How often do you work out? I might be working out with you soon.”
“I do routine workouts every other day. But Sundays are for heavier exercises,” he answered. “Why do you want to work out?”
“For a perfect shape, why else? Besides, I’ll get fat with the way I just eat and sleep all day.”
“This,” he started, bringing his hands to my hips. “Is the perfect shape. Your body couldn’t be more perfect. Your hips, those lovely breasts, your long legs and slender neck…I couldn’t ask for a better combination.”
