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formality there. Only Mrs. Rusnik has insisted that we do not use her first name.”
“Oh.” Julia didn’t have a response and busied herself with pouring a cup of coffee and adding in the appropriate sugar and cream. When Mrs. Padrov entered moments later with a fluffy cheese omelet, she thanked her in Russian, “ Spasiba.”
“ Puzhalsta ,” replied Mrs. Padrov with a beaming smile. She took Julia’s attempt at learning Russian very seriously and was as proud as a parent when she actually got it right.
Julia returned her grin and then saw Dmitry staring at her with a frown between his brows. Something was bothering him and she decided that after breakfast she would take Antonia’s advice and spill the beans – since he was already here.
“Sir…”
“Dmitry.”
Julia nodded and started again, “Dmitry, would you have a few minutes after breakfast to talk. There is something I wanted to tell you.”
Dmitry was taken aback that she actually wanted to speak to him. Nodding, he replied, “That works well as I was looking forward to speaking with you as well. Why don’t you join me in the library when you’ve finished.” Dmitry spoke to his mother in Russian, and then took his coffee cup with him and left the room.
Julia tried not to stare at his back as he departed, but when she saw Mrs. Fedosov grinning at her, she quickly returned her attention to the food in front of her. Mrs. Fedosov had a gleam in her eyes that could only be interpreted as amusement. Whether at her son or at Julia, neither mattered. Julia had been the focus of that sort of look before and was having no part of any matchmaking.
Chapter 11
Julia found the library without difficulty and tapped twice on the door before she was bade to enter. “Come.”
Julia pushed the door open, having not explored this part of the house and was astonished to see floor to ceiling bookshelves filled with every type of book possible.
Dmitry was sitting in a large leather chair and gestured to the opposite chair as she stepped farther into the room.
“Thank you for making time to speak with me.”
“Not at all. I’m impressed that you are trying to learn Russian. It is not the easiest language to learn. Is Mrs. Padrov helping you?”
“For now. My company has authorized a language tutor for me, but I haven’t had time to find one. I thought I had, but when I asked Mrs. Rusnik about him, she was adamant about me not spending time with this individual. I still don’t know why, but I’ll find someone to help me out. Eventually.”
Dmitry knew exactly why Mrs. Rusnik had turned her off the first tutor. The man was a lecher of the first order, divorced several times, with a penchant for preying on younger women. Julia would be like a lamb in a lion’s den. No, he would help find her a tutor himself.
“So, what did you want to discuss with me?” he asked, allowing her to go first.
“Well, you see… Gosh, I don’t even know how to start this. Promise me that you’ll hear everything I have to say before you get mad.”
This was interesting! What could she possibly have to tell me that would anger me? Nodding his head, “I agree. I’m curious as to why you think I might get mad.”
Julia looked at him, taking in his gorgeous gray eyes and wondering if the chemistry that had clouded her brain back in the states was actually real. Gathering her courage, she began, “We’ve met before. I realize that you didn’t recognize me, but I recognized you at the art exhibit.”
Just saying the words brought to mind the erotic paintings that had been displayed and Julia felt the heat rush into her cheeks. Taking another breath, she dropped her eyes, unable to maintain eye contact in case he became angry and she lost her nerve.
“We met at a nightclub the same night I found out I had been chosen to come over here.”
When he didn’t say anything, she looked up to see a frown upon his face and the beginnings of anger gathering in his
“Oh.” Julia didn’t have a response and busied herself with pouring a cup of coffee and adding in the appropriate sugar and cream. When Mrs. Padrov entered moments later with a fluffy cheese omelet, she thanked her in Russian, “ Spasiba.”
“ Puzhalsta ,” replied Mrs. Padrov with a beaming smile. She took Julia’s attempt at learning Russian very seriously and was as proud as a parent when she actually got it right.
Julia returned her grin and then saw Dmitry staring at her with a frown between his brows. Something was bothering him and she decided that after breakfast she would take Antonia’s advice and spill the beans – since he was already here.
“Sir…”
“Dmitry.”
Julia nodded and started again, “Dmitry, would you have a few minutes after breakfast to talk. There is something I wanted to tell you.”
Dmitry was taken aback that she actually wanted to speak to him. Nodding, he replied, “That works well as I was looking forward to speaking with you as well. Why don’t you join me in the library when you’ve finished.” Dmitry spoke to his mother in Russian, and then took his coffee cup with him and left the room.
Julia tried not to stare at his back as he departed, but when she saw Mrs. Fedosov grinning at her, she quickly returned her attention to the food in front of her. Mrs. Fedosov had a gleam in her eyes that could only be interpreted as amusement. Whether at her son or at Julia, neither mattered. Julia had been the focus of that sort of look before and was having no part of any matchmaking.
Chapter 11
Julia found the library without difficulty and tapped twice on the door before she was bade to enter. “Come.”
Julia pushed the door open, having not explored this part of the house and was astonished to see floor to ceiling bookshelves filled with every type of book possible.
Dmitry was sitting in a large leather chair and gestured to the opposite chair as she stepped farther into the room.
“Thank you for making time to speak with me.”
“Not at all. I’m impressed that you are trying to learn Russian. It is not the easiest language to learn. Is Mrs. Padrov helping you?”
“For now. My company has authorized a language tutor for me, but I haven’t had time to find one. I thought I had, but when I asked Mrs. Rusnik about him, she was adamant about me not spending time with this individual. I still don’t know why, but I’ll find someone to help me out. Eventually.”
Dmitry knew exactly why Mrs. Rusnik had turned her off the first tutor. The man was a lecher of the first order, divorced several times, with a penchant for preying on younger women. Julia would be like a lamb in a lion’s den. No, he would help find her a tutor himself.
“So, what did you want to discuss with me?” he asked, allowing her to go first.
“Well, you see… Gosh, I don’t even know how to start this. Promise me that you’ll hear everything I have to say before you get mad.”
This was interesting! What could she possibly have to tell me that would anger me? Nodding his head, “I agree. I’m curious as to why you think I might get mad.”
Julia looked at him, taking in his gorgeous gray eyes and wondering if the chemistry that had clouded her brain back in the states was actually real. Gathering her courage, she began, “We’ve met before. I realize that you didn’t recognize me, but I recognized you at the art exhibit.”
Just saying the words brought to mind the erotic paintings that had been displayed and Julia felt the heat rush into her cheeks. Taking another breath, she dropped her eyes, unable to maintain eye contact in case he became angry and she lost her nerve.
“We met at a nightclub the same night I found out I had been chosen to come over here.”
When he didn’t say anything, she looked up to see a frown upon his face and the beginnings of anger gathering in his
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