Viktor
I have to admit that, despite my track record of questionable sexual encounters, last night was a bit intense even for me. I never expected such a turn of events. I knew I was going to try to intimidate Millie, but I had no idea she would stand up to me that way.
Even though I’ve been busy working on new development plans with Stepan all day, I can’t get that girl out of my head. For someone so inexperienced, she seems to really have her shit together, and she’s fearless. I’ve never seen that in a woman her age before. She can’t be older than her mid-twenties, just like Nikolai said. While I don’t forgive him for allowing her to intimidate him so easily, I have to admit that I understand his hesitation. Feisty women can be difficult to manage.
As we’re working together, Stepan’s adult daughter Katya arrives at the headquarters, holding a bag with some fast-food sandwiches and nearly skipping into the room as she pretends to deliver the sandwiches to her father. It’s clear she has an ulterior motive as she begins to prattle on about her day to her father, who clearly doesn’t give a rat’s ass. Nevertheless, he tolerates her.
“Hi Viktor,” she purrs, pretending she’s only just noticed me here.
I wave to her awkwardly, knowing that I need to be as polite to her lest I incur the wrath that is Stepan’s hurt ego. “Hi Katya,” I reply, and I can see in her eyes that she’s waiting for me to start a conversation. Perhaps if I weren’t busy with work, or if I hadn’t fucked the brains out of Millie the night prior, I’d be more inclined to indulge her.
Yet here I am.
I’ve never been interested in Katya like that. She’s a very sweet woman, but she’s just a bit too nice in a way that makes her come across as fake or untrustworthy. After what happened last night with Millie, I’ve never been less interested in Katya in my life.
She hangs around for a little while, awkwardly standing over us while we work and growing visibly impatient when I don’t fawn over her.
After she leaves, Stepan looks at me with an annoyed, expectant expression. “Something wrong?” I ask.
“You know your father promised me that you’d marry Katya when she was old enough. She’s twenty-three now. I don’t know what’s got you so hesitant about her,” he says in his gravelly smoker’s voice. “She’s a perfectly fine young woman, and I haven’t seen you bringing around any of your whores lately.”
I sigh deeply and close my eyes. “You know my father was probably joking, right? You need to get that kind of arrangement in writing, and even still, we’re in America. You can’t force your daughter to marry anyone here,” I reply as I re-read one of the lines in a contract I’m skimming.
“She doesn’t seem to have a problem with it,” he replies bluntly.
I know that if we continue this conversation as we are, we’re going to end up getting into a fight. I don’t have the energy to fight with Stepan over something my father said twenty years ago, as if it matters. He’s been dead since I was a teenager.
As we continue working, I can’t stop thinking about Millie. I can’t stop picturing the way her eyes looked up at me while I was inside of her, how she moaned into my mouth at the first kiss. It’s been burning me up all day, and I’ve hardly been able to focus.
Katya has to be the last woman on my mind. She might have a slim build and tits the size of oranges, but that’s never really been my type. I like women who are softer.
Women like Millie.
I can sense the tension rising between Stepan and me, even in the silence. Rather than indulge him and engage in an argument, I decide to leave and visit Millie. I have my reservations about seeing her again so soon, especially after everything that happened, but I’m so drawn to her that I don’t even find the need to justify my visit to myself.
I excuse myself quickly, leaving Stepan no time to bring up his daughter again. I want to see Millie, even if it’s only through the ceiling to floor windows outside of her shop. I feel like such a stalker, but the hunger inside me is telling me to go for it, no matter the cost. Nothing has ever stopped me from getting what I wanted in the past. This time won’t be any different.
I hop into a glossy black SUV, tearing through traffic and puffing furiously on a cigar as I make my way to Millie’s bakery. Bun in the Oven. I laugh. It’s such a silly name, but at the same time, it’s cute as all hell.
I wouldn’t mind putting a bun in her oven…
When I arrive at the bakery again, Millie immediately notices me, and her already large eyes grow bigger with caution. I hate that this is the impression I’ve given her of me, but I can’t say I regret it when it led to something so incredible. It’s clear that she enjoyed herself as well. I wonder if she’s been thinking about it like I have.
Millie grows more anxious as I step up to her counter, brushing back her hair several times and refusing to make eye contact. Does she think I’ll just leave?
Not a chance.
“Wasn’t planning on seeing me again so soon, were you?” I say, watching her face flush as our height difference is emphasized. She must feel so tiny up against me, so vulnerable. I wonder if that’s something she likes.
“I sure wasn’t,” she replies with a tight, curt smile and neutral tone of voice. “Can I get you anything, sir?”
Even though I know that she’s only calling me sir to reinforce the rigid and unfamiliar nature of our relationship, hearing her call me that makes my cock throb in my pants. I can’t believe I’m so turned on by her already.
“I was wondering if you’d like to discuss our negotiation from last night,” I say, smiling down at her as she crosses her arms.
“No, I don’t think that will be necessary. One arrangement was enough. May I get you anything?” she persists, and I realize she’s not going to cave so easily.
I relent to her subtle go-fuck-yourself and point out a few pastries that I could bring back to the headquarters with me. She must be highly competent with her craft because I can’t remember the last time I thought a croissant looked geometrically perfect. Maybe never.
She hands me the bag with my items, and as I reach out to take it from her, my fingers touch hers, causing her to recoil and blush intensely.
That was easier than I thought. Maybe she doesn’t hate me as much as I thought.
“Well, pleasure doing business with you,” I say, smiling and leaving with my food. Before I turn out the door, I glance back at Millie, and she’s still recovering the color in her face as she serves a slew of unruly teenagers.
She knows I’ll be back.
I never leave business unfinished, and by the way Millie looks at me, I know I’m not done with her. I’m far from done. I’m only just getting started. By the end of this, I’ll own her body and soul, and when I tell her to drop to her knees, she’ll do so without even having to think.