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Authors: Leslie North
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Thursday. Another art exhibit, Antonia had assured her the paintings would not be erotic in nature.
Sergei had offered to have her bags brought up to her room and Julia had nodded her acceptance. She didn’t need anything from them tonight and she told him tomorrow morning was soon enough.
Julia entered her suite and decided to take a shower before turning in for bed. As she exited the bathroom, she could hear voices outside in the hallway, but was already in her pajamas and didn’t think to go investigate.
If she had she would have seen Dmitry going into his rooms, directly across the hall from the Catherine suite. A few members of the household staff were following behind with his luggage and a tray of snacks and another tray with a bottle of Vodka and a shot glass.
Dmitry had inquired as to the American’s location and been pleased to hear that she was residing in the Catherine suite. His mother occupied the eastern portion of the house, and the Catherine suite, along with his own rooms, were located at the opposite side.
That would definitely be to his advantage when dealing with Julia’s deception. But for now, he would let her get a good night’s sleep. He intended to make sure it was her last until he got some answers. He needed to focus on the company come Monday morning so this distraction needed to be gone by then.
*****
Julia awoke the next morning actually looking forward to having a few days to do nothing. Her earlier ideas about sightseeing didn’t seem so important now, and she decided that after breakfast she would head out and explore the gardens she could see out her window.
After dressing in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, she grabbed a sweatshirt and headed downstairs to find breakfast and Sergei. She wanted to make sure that she wouldn’t be trespassing if she were to walk around a bit.
Sergei was at his usual post in the small room off the front door, and Julia greeted him with a smile, “Good morning. Is there any reason I cannot walk around the grounds after breakfast?”
Sergei had a funny look upon his face, but then quickly masked whatever was going through his head and slowly shook his head, “No. You will be safe enough on the grounds. Do not leave the fenced in areas. There are wild dogs in the area and I would not like to see what they could do to you.”
Julia shuddered at the thought of being torn apart by wild dogs and assured Sergei that she would indeed stay within the fences.
She headed down the hallway towards the breakfast room, startled to hear voices. Normally she was the only one who ate breakfast in the room. Eager to have company for once, she hurried into the room with a smile upon her face.
When she spied Dmitry sitting at the head of the table with his mother, she stopped and stared for several moments. When Dmitry lifted his head and stared at her hard, she gulped and moved slowly into the room.
She advanced towards the elderly woman, bussing each cheek as had become her custom since arriving in Russia. There was no reason she should be rude to the kind lady just because her son was in attendance. “ Dobroe utro, ” she murmured in greeting, pleased when the greeting was returned and sounded similar to her own.
She was trying to learn a new phrase in Russian every few days, and some of them came very easy. Others were harder and she wondered if she would ever conquer the pronunciation.
Dmitry was pleasantly surprised to hear Julia greet his mother in Russian and extend her the simplest of courtesies. The woman was once again an enigma – doing the exact opposite of what he would have expected.
“Good morning, Julia,” Dmitry offered, making sure to hold her gaze when she glanced up.
“Good morning, sir,” she replied.
“Dmitry will be fine. Even at work, we don’t stand on much
Sergei had offered to have her bags brought up to her room and Julia had nodded her acceptance. She didn’t need anything from them tonight and she told him tomorrow morning was soon enough.
Julia entered her suite and decided to take a shower before turning in for bed. As she exited the bathroom, she could hear voices outside in the hallway, but was already in her pajamas and didn’t think to go investigate.
If she had she would have seen Dmitry going into his rooms, directly across the hall from the Catherine suite. A few members of the household staff were following behind with his luggage and a tray of snacks and another tray with a bottle of Vodka and a shot glass.
Dmitry had inquired as to the American’s location and been pleased to hear that she was residing in the Catherine suite. His mother occupied the eastern portion of the house, and the Catherine suite, along with his own rooms, were located at the opposite side.
That would definitely be to his advantage when dealing with Julia’s deception. But for now, he would let her get a good night’s sleep. He intended to make sure it was her last until he got some answers. He needed to focus on the company come Monday morning so this distraction needed to be gone by then.
*****
Julia awoke the next morning actually looking forward to having a few days to do nothing. Her earlier ideas about sightseeing didn’t seem so important now, and she decided that after breakfast she would head out and explore the gardens she could see out her window.
After dressing in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, she grabbed a sweatshirt and headed downstairs to find breakfast and Sergei. She wanted to make sure that she wouldn’t be trespassing if she were to walk around a bit.
Sergei was at his usual post in the small room off the front door, and Julia greeted him with a smile, “Good morning. Is there any reason I cannot walk around the grounds after breakfast?”
Sergei had a funny look upon his face, but then quickly masked whatever was going through his head and slowly shook his head, “No. You will be safe enough on the grounds. Do not leave the fenced in areas. There are wild dogs in the area and I would not like to see what they could do to you.”
Julia shuddered at the thought of being torn apart by wild dogs and assured Sergei that she would indeed stay within the fences.
She headed down the hallway towards the breakfast room, startled to hear voices. Normally she was the only one who ate breakfast in the room. Eager to have company for once, she hurried into the room with a smile upon her face.
When she spied Dmitry sitting at the head of the table with his mother, she stopped and stared for several moments. When Dmitry lifted his head and stared at her hard, she gulped and moved slowly into the room.
She advanced towards the elderly woman, bussing each cheek as had become her custom since arriving in Russia. There was no reason she should be rude to the kind lady just because her son was in attendance. “ Dobroe utro, ” she murmured in greeting, pleased when the greeting was returned and sounded similar to her own.
She was trying to learn a new phrase in Russian every few days, and some of them came very easy. Others were harder and she wondered if she would ever conquer the pronunciation.
Dmitry was pleasantly surprised to hear Julia greet his mother in Russian and extend her the simplest of courtesies. The woman was once again an enigma – doing the exact opposite of what he would have expected.
“Good morning, Julia,” Dmitry offered, making sure to hold her gaze when she glanced up.
“Good morning, sir,” she replied.
“Dmitry will be fine. Even at work, we don’t stand on much
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