all along that Helen was different. He relaxed when he felt her soft, sweet hands rubbing the tense muscles in his shoulders and neck.
“What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?” she asked when he didn’t continue but closed his eyes, obviously enjoying her ministrations.
He took her hand and pulled her around to the front of his chair, seating her firmly in his lap. “That’s better,” he said, his hands resting on her hips. “I can’t think with you touching me like that,” he said.
Helen laughed delightedly. “And this is a position more conducive to productive thoughts?”
“Well, I’m definitely thinking of something, probably not exactly what I wanted to talk to you about,” he said, his hand slipping up her hip, underneath her skirt.
Helen gasped and wriggled in his lap, almost squealing in pleasure as his hand covered her bare hip. “Dimitri!” she inhaled. “Not in the office,” she said.
He chuckled and kissed her neck, loving the way she wriggled in his lap and shivered at his simple touch. She was so responsive, he knew he could have her right here and now on his desk and she wouldn’t be able to say no. Already, she was losing thought as he touched her in all the secret places only he knew about. “No one would dare to come in without being announced,” he said, his mouth bending to nibble on her neck. “And you were too sleepy this morning for more than a good morning kiss.”
She sighed with pleasure as his mouth nudged the silk blouse farther apart. Her arms slipped up to wrap around his neck and she leaned her head back, enjoying the feel of his touch. All thought of someone walking in was fast losing a grip on her consciousness. “Well, if you didn’t keep my up all night maybe I’d be more lucent when you get out of bed.’
“Lucency isn’t exactly what I would ask for,” he laughed and took her ear lobe between his teeth.
“Dimitri!” she laughed, and jumped out of his hands before things went too far.
“Okay,” he chuckled, relenting for the moment. “Back to the business at hand,” he sighed. “My mother wants to meet you,” he said. “We don’t have plans tonight, do we?” he asked.
Helen’s body tensed and her mind blanked. “Mother?” she asked. His mother wanted to meet her? That definitely wasn’t a good idea, she thought.
“And father. I have one of each,” he teased.
“Yes,” she said, pulling out of his arms and walking several feet away. She turned away from him so she could hide her face, knowing the man had an uncanny ability to read her mind. “Of course you do.”
She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt his hands resting against her shoulders. “What’s wrong, Helen? You’re not nervous about meeting my mother and father, are you?”
“No, of course not,” she replied. Nervous wasn’t a good word to describe what she was feeling. Terrified was more like it. Meeting his parents meant more than just a meal. It signified something much more significant. “But shouldn’t we put it off for a while? I mean,” she started, her mind frantically trying to come up with an excuse to avoid the meeting, “shouldn’t we have a night off? We’ve been to many functions this week. Don’t you need to relax and get a good night’s sleep?”
Dimitri smiled. “Well, my family isn’t that stressful to me but I can pretty much guarantee that spending a night alone with me wouldn’t mean a sleep filled evening.”
Helen blushed and he chuckled softly, hoping she never overcame her blushes. He thought they were lovely. “Helen, my family isn’t scary. I promise. I’ll be right there with you,” he said.
“Family?” she asked, choking on the word. She spun around to face him, frantic that his sisters might also be at the dinner. “That implies more than just a mother and father.”
Dimitri leaned against the desk and crossed his arms over his chest. “I believe that my sisters are all in town tonight for once. That’s one of the reasons my mother was so intent to have us all together this evening,” he explained.
“All of them?” she whispered, her terror growing exponentially.
“Yes.” He laughed and walked closer, kissing her gently on the mouth. “Don’t worry, Helen. They’ll love you.”
The intercom buzzed and Helen jumped visibly, her nerves instantly strung out. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” his PA said, “But the call you’ve been waiting for has come through,” she said.
“Thank you,