Dominate me by Julia Romush (best e reader for epub TXT) 📗

"Aren't you tired?". I asked, as soon as the man began to head towards the small stairs leading from the pool, "I would be happy to have a snack."

At that time I was already sitting at the table and pretended that I was reading the news on the Internet. I didn't even look in his direction, although I noticed every movement with a sideways glance.

"Let's order something to eat", Artem said after a while. Not immediately, but so that I even looked at him, trying to understand the reason for the delay.

"I thought we could go somewhere ..."

"We're in the middle of the woods, Mia", Klimov interrupted and reached for a towel. It was rude. Even he understood this, so he continued, "they will bring him from the same restaurant". At this, he picked up his phone and went to the living room. He left me here alone.

But I knew how to win back. I called the restaurant and ordered almost the entire menu, but to my taste. His departure and disinterest gave me a complete carte blanche in terms of choice.

At the other end of the wire they told me to wait for half an hour, so I also decided to swim. The water was relaxing. And that's what I needed. After all, that was. Because of who I was here with.

Time flew by unnoticed. I did not even immediately realize that the doorbell rang. I was so fond of swimming.

When the doorbell did not stop for the fourth time, I realized that Artem was not my assistant. Quickly got out of the pool and without even grabbing a robe, ran to the door.

"Come through", I said to the waiter, who was surrounded by three overcrowded carts of food and stared at me.

I think I got excited about the order. Just like, it seems that I got hot, that I didn't put anything on top of a wet swimsuit ...

Steps were heard from above. This is Artem, apparently, going to the terrace for dinner, so I did not detain the waiter and invited him into the house. I felt his passionate gaze on me, but there was nothing I could do. I orientated late. I will not cover my body with a vase or a pillow.

With a bad game it was necessary not to show emotions.

Without thinking of anything better, I went to the terrace and waited until the waiter finished setting the table. I pretended not to notice or understand anything until Klimov appeared on the threshold.

"Dinner was brought", I smiled radiantly like a bright sun. His cheekbones shrank.

"I see ... I see everything ..."

If the first was intended for me, the second served as a warning to the waiter. And ... it gave me a good idea.

For which, of course, I have to apologize to the guy waiter. But what can you not do for the common good ...

My mistake was that I did not fully understand what I was involved in and with whom I decided to play. I mistakenly assumed that I could make him jealous. Which could lead him to some emotions other than anger and irritation.

But I will understand this a little later. Artem will show me where my place is. Of course, he will explain. In the meantime ... I still believed in a fairy tale.

"Everything looks so appetizing", I said, smiling at the waiter, and sat down on a chair and put my foot on the foot.

Of course, I saw him look at me. It was hard not to notice his interested look, the gleam in his eyes, and how much he tensed when I reached for a glass of juice and my cleavage became a little more pronounced.

Artem was sitting in front of me and looking at something on his phone. To be honest, at this point, I was jealous of this damn gadget. He received much more attention than I did.

Squeezing the fork with force, I restrained the urge to say something to Klimov. I just didn't have the right to it, and it annoyed me, too.

Sending a piece of meat in my mouth, I moaned slightly with pleasure. The food was really chic.

The waiter was still with us. Since there was a lot of food, he no longer knew where to put everything else.

Two people responded to my groan at once. Artem, raising his eyebrows questioningly, still got out of his phone and looked closely at me, and the waiter, staring on me, threw a plate of dessert right at the man's feet.

Klimov's eyes first went over my appearance, and after his look the waiter was honored. I saw the boy's face turn pale.

"We will manage ourselves", from the tone in which the man said these words, I had goosebumps on my skin. Inside, everything seemed to freeze, and I immediately wanted to get dressed.

The waiter was in such a stupor that he could not even move.

"You are free", these words were uttered in such a way that it became immediately clear that if the boy does not immediately get his feet out of here, he will have a hard time.

I exhaled with relief when the waiter regained consciousness and muttered something like an apology and ran towards the exit.

Now Artem's gaze was fixed only on me, and I just wanted to evaporate at that moment. He looked at me as if his eyes were burning, and I could feel him leaving burns on my skin.

"Since when did you decide that if you started acting like a prostitute, I wouldn't throw you out?"

He beat with words. He was beating so hard that I thought I had just been slapped, so hard that I almost fell off my chair.

"Artem, I ..."

"You decided that you could make me jealous of him?"

I just pursed my lips and looked up at him. I met his icy gaze and regretted everything that had just happened.

"I didn't think you needed to explain your role. But I see that it is still necessary. Your task is to spread your legs on my orders. Open your mouth wide and do everything not to disappoint me."

"I was just thinking ..."

"You're flattering yourself! You obviously can't think. At least, I have not yet seen a single sensible act on your part."