Read Online My Russian Master (Service & Submission Book 3) by Megan Michaels - Free Book Online

had that much excitement before seven thirty. He shivered just thinking about it. He had to make some changes to her schedule so that they didn’t have to live that nightmare every day. He would, with her agreement, make sure she got to bed at an earlier time tonight — and then he’d set up a fail safe way to be sure she woke up on time.
    He’d be damned though if this became his new morning routine. He liked peace and quiet a little too much to tolerate that type of chaos on a daily basis. Now, he needed to see if she’d been a good girl once she’d arrived at work. As she’d grabbed her breakfast wrap from Maxim, she’d grumpily informed him that she’d be in meetings all morning. He knew he’d be able to speak freely with Samantha in the meantime.
    He exited the elevator to her floor — and there behind her desk, was Samantha, cheerful as ever. “Hi, Maxim! How are you today? It’s such a gorgeous day in New York City, isn’t it?
    “Good morning, Samantha. Yes, it is very nice spring day in big city.” He took his light overcoat off, draping it over his arm. “Are you well?”
    “You can call me, Sammi. Everyone does.” She was such an adorable, sweet girl. Positive, bubbly, and simply exuding kindness.
    “No. Such a beautiful name should not be ruined by becoming ‘Sammi.’ You deserve to be called by your given name.”
    She blushed and dropped her gaze, obviously not used to being complimented. “Even Caroline calls me ‘Sammi.’ It’s all right. Really.”
    “Does it bother you if I call you Samantha?” Her reaction confused him. In his mind, there was no comparison between the names Sammi and Samantha. For a woman, even nicknames needed to be feminine and pretty.
    “No-no. I like it. My family calls me Samantha. It’s fine.”
    “It is settled then. Samantha it is. Now I came here today to ask you some questions. It helps me serve my clients better to know some of their likes and dislikes, habits, and different personality traits.” He gave her one of his winning smiles, hoping it convinced her to share some tidbits about her employer.
    Instead, she scrunched up her nose, furrowing her eyebrows. “I’m not sure Caroline would approve, Sir.”
    “Oh, I’m not going to ask personal questions. I just want to know things like: does she eat lunch in her office, or does she go out? Does she drink coffee?” He stopped, waving his hand toward the K-cup brewer on a nearby table. “If so, how does she like it? You know, things like that. As her fitness chef, I need to know the answer to these things, and I’ve learned that administrative assistants can answer the questions — without me having to bother Caroline during her busy schedule. Yes?”
    “Oh, that’s different — you should’ve said so. I can do that. I just don’t want to make her angry again today.” With a grimace, she glanced toward Caroline’s office, as if reliving the events of that morning. “It’s not been a good day around here so far.”
    “I’m sorry, zaychik . If it makes you feel better, it was a rough morning at the house too.” He reached out and patted her hand. “I’ll do my best to make sure mornings start better — for all of us.”
    “ Zai-chick? What does that mean?” She perked to life, her eyes brightening with a full smile.
    “It means bunny , in Russian. It’s a term of endearment in my country. You like it?”
    “Yes! I love that! It sounds so cute.”
    He chuckled at the new excitement in her voice upon hearing the nickname. “All right. Zaychik it is. Now, she drank coffee at the house. So, I believe she drinks coffee here too. Yes?”
    “Yes. A lot of coffee. She usually comes in with a Starbucks venti coffee, and sends me out for another in the afternoon.” Samantha pulled out a coffee cup from the trashcan sitting next to her desk.
    “Is that Caroleena’s?”
    She nodded, tossing the cup back into the trash.
    Maxim could see her struggling with something, as if debating