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filled with business clothes, I took the liberty of having a more appropriate wardrobe delivered for you. I think they are already hung up in the closet. You’re a size six, correct?” he asked, his eyes moving down her slender figure.
“Yes,” Helen said nervously, wringing her hands as she looked around the amazing room. “But I don’t think I’ll feel comfortable working in this room. I should be with the rest of the staff in their quarters. And you really don’t need to buy me clothes. If what I’m wearing or have brought along isn’t appropriate, I’ll definitely exchange them for better items.” She felt awful that she had gotten things so wrong. Wishing she could just crawl into a corner where she could conceal her embarrassment, she hid her eyes, looking down at the carpet.
Dimitri closed the distance between the two of them and put a hand under her chin so he could look down into her eyes. “This would be where you need to accept my advice. You are to be treated as a guest, starting immediately. If any work comes in that is so imperative that I have to deal with it, I’ll let you know. Until then, you should change out of those business clothes and put on at least a sundress, or even better, a bathing suit. The forecast is for eighty five today and we’ll be in the Mediterranean by noon so the heat will be intense. You will definitely be overdressed in those clothes.”
He turned and put a hand on the door knob and looked back at her, winking at her nervousness. “Believe me Helen. This is a completely different position. Relax, come up on deck when you’ve changed clothes.” He turned to leave. “Oh,” he said, stopping and turning back to her, “I’m in the next room. Feel free to stop by for anything at all.”
Helen was alone, standing in the center of this incredible room and wondering what he was talking about. He seemed so mysterious and she realized that she had no idea what her responsibilities would entail, besides the vague idea that she would be in charge of entertaining and other possibilities.
Opening the closet doors, she looked in awe at the most incredible wardrobe she’d ever seen in her life. The colors were nothing like what she usually wore. Not a single outfit was in black, tan or gray. They were in every color of the rainbow, all having their tags still on them. Her fingers reached out to touch the lovely clothes, taking out several to see them more clearly. They were obviously designer originals but who were they made for? She recognized the tags but there were no price tags on them. She guessed that old phrase, “If you have to ask, you can’t afford it” applied to these articles.
She looked around and shook her head. “There has to be some sort of mistake,” she said to herself. “These can’t be the clothes he ordered for me.”
Stepping out of her stateroom, she looked down the long hallway. There were only two rooms on this hallway and he’d said his was right next door. The only other way to go was up and onto the main deck. So she walked carefully down the hallway, noticing that the ship was already moving. Had they taken off the moment Dimitri had stepped on board? Apparently, she sighed.
Knocking tentatively on the door, she waited for a long moment, wondering if she’d misunderstood his directions. But a moment later, Dimitri appeared in the open doorway, his chest glistening with droplets of water and the only covering was a thick towel wrapped precariously around his waist.
Helen could only stare at the amazing muscles in his chest and shoulders. The man’s body was packed! His biceps and triceps were like a body builder’s with ridges in all the right places. Her eyes then moved down, eagerly taking in the additional ridges of his stomach muscles, following the dark line of hair that disappeared into the depths of the towel.
“I’m flattered,” his deep voice said, interrupting her mind’s imagination and forcing her eyes to snap back up to his. “But I’m guessing your perusal doesn’t mean what I’m hoping it means.”
“What?” still distracted with his chest and arms and more than a little interested in taking off that towel and discovering what was underneath.
Dimitri chuckled. “I don’t think you’re ready for me to answer that question. What can I help you with? Besides what I’d