Truly, it was for the best.
He ignored the twinge of disappointment and picked up the phone again.It was time to get things moving.
CHAPTER SIX
Mr.Romanov had very specific criteria of what he wanted.This… does not fit that criteria.”
Keira had been going back and forth for an hour with the dressmaker Dmitri had hired.Cathy looked like she should be in a kitchen somewhere, baking cookies for her grandkids.Her long hair was unashamedly silver, and she had the plump body of a life well lived.The one time she’d smiled, it had made Keira want to do something to make that expression reappear.
But Cathy wasn’t going to win this particular argument.
She put a sweet smile on her face.“Cathy, I’d actually like three of the dresses.I’m recently married, you know, and I want to surprise my husband.”
The woman narrowed her eyes.“Then buy some lingerie.”
The two dresses Keira had her eye on were more revealing than most lingerie she’d seen, but she knew better thanto say that aloud.“I plan to seduce him over a long dinner.Doing that in lingerie is trashy.”
Cathy nodded to concede the point—just like Keira expected she would.The woman chewed her bottom lip.“The black and the nude, then.Wear the green tonight.It does good things for your skin, though your hair is a mess.”
It was an effort not to roll her eyes.Yes, Mother.Getting her hair back to something resembling her natural color was high on her list, so she’d already taken steps to do that before the dinner later.“That sounds great.If you don’t mind sending Dmitri the bill…” She made a show of looking at the clock.“I have to work on my horrible hair.”
Cathy turned red, but she didn’t stammer or try to apologize.It made Keira like her, just a little bit.The woman pulled the three dresses off the racks she’d brought in and transferred them to Keira’s closet.“It’s not my place to say it, but I hope you aren’t planning on doing anything reckless.”
She smoothed out her expression.“You’re right.It’s not your place.”
Cathy stammered and blushed a deeper red.“Sorry.I didn’t mean anything by it.Give me five minutes and I’ll be out of here.”
Keira nodded and walked into the bathroom.She had two hours until dinner, and she needed a full hour to fix her messy hair.Going blond had seemed like a good idea at the time, but it was a decision made more to relieve her boredom than for any legit reason.She’d hated it as soon as she saw the results, but Aiden caught her on her way to the store to grab different dye and he’d made such a fuss about it, she’d felt honor bound to keep it out of spite.Reckless and stubborn to the bitter end.
She dug the box of dye out from where she’d stashed itbeneath the sink.Pavel seemed to be her designated guard dog, and he’d only balked a little when she’d explained she needed to go to the store.Once she started throwing around the wordtamponsand describing the various sizes and specifics, he’d decided maybe it was best if she go with an escort rather than send one of the men.
Keira stripped down to her bra and went through the motions of applying the dye.It would supposedly be a rich brown when all was said and done, but she’d learned the hard way that grocery store hair dye lied.If she had a little less pride, she would have asked Dmitri to send her a stylist, but she already felt like a kept creature.No need to make it worse.
By the time she was done, Cathy was gone and Keira was alone.She set the timer and snagged the coat she’d worn to the store.Setting it down, she sank onto the floor and extracted the three travel-sized bottles of vodka she’d slipped into her pockets when no one was looking.They felt both too small and too large in her hands.She rolled them across her palm, her entire body clenching with the need to uncap them and drain what little liquor there was down her throat.It wouldn’t be enough to get her even slightly buzzed, but it would feel good while she was doing it.
Addict.
She hated that voice.She hated it even more because it sounded a little like Dmitri.Yeah, maybe I am.So what?
Impossible to gain the upper hand if you’re focused on stealing alcohol and drinking yourself comatose.
She didn’t know if therewasan upper hand to be gained.For all her talk of making Dmitri pay, the only thing she’d managed to do was avoid falling into bed with him.So far.Maybe she was fooling herself if she thought she could actually…
No.Stop that.You are not this weak, sniveling defeatist.You are a motherfucking O’Malley, and you are not going to give up until the bitter end.
She carefully set the bottles in the back of the bathroom cabinet, behind some cleaning supplies.Keira released a long breath and pushed to her feet, shutting the cabinet door a little harder than necessary.She couldfeelthe presence of alcohol in the room as if it was a shining beacon, and that alone had her turning to the shower.She checked the timer and decided it was close enough.
She rinsed her hair and then washed it, watching the dark rivulets of water run down her body.Impossible to see that visual as anything other than representation of the poison leaving her system.It didn’t matter that it had actually happened days ago.What mattered was thatshehad made the choice today.No one had made it for her.
And that put a tiny bit of power back into her hands.
Keira took extra time getting ready.It had been forever since she’d worked the glam look, and she was out of practice, but the final result was pretty fucking good.Her now-dark hair was pinned up in a way designed to bring on bedroom thoughts, as if one sharp move would send it tumbling down her back.Subtle smoky makeup brought out the green in her hazel eyes, and she’d painted her lips a bright fuck-me red.
But it was the dress that really brought the whole look home.
The green dress that Cathy recommended was high-end and screamed money and class.That wasn’t the one Keira chose.Instead, she put on the black one.She pulledon a pair of heels and walked to the door to her room, the heavy dress shifting against her skin with every step.It felt decadent and sinful—and looked even more so than the lingerie Cathy had suggested.The Russian won’t know what hit him.
There would be others here for this event, but Keira couldn’t give two fucks.Her body wasn’t her own, just like her life wasn’t her own.It never had been.She’d bargained both away, and even if she hadn’t pulled the trigger on sex, shewouldat some point.There was no doubt about it.Dmitriownedher.
