{he remained surprisingly calm during her rambling. he refused to look down at his stomach; he knew that he didn’t have a muffin top and his insecurity would satisfy her.}
“nice try, katerina. your rambling no longer phases me. i’m here because we need to talk. and not the throwing things at each other, ridiculing the other, accusatory talking. no- we need to talk, like civilised people, about the elephant that has been in the room for over two centuries now. also, i didn’t stalkyou. i had a witch do a locator spell for me.”
{ she approached him close enough for her busted chest to lean against his God-made flattened chest. her eyes looked up to his emerald hues with such a hypnotic & psychotic, in the best way possible, of course, stare that would make anyone fall under her vixenous spell. }
“ oh, dmitry. i love it when you act like i’m not getting under your skin and inside your head. it’s always been one of the few attractive things about you. i must say, you are getting quite good at pretending that what i say doesn’t affect you. we both know that has never been the slightest bit true. ”
{ her hands ended in gentle position on his lower waistline where she eventually curved her long fingers & stuck her nails into his side and dragged them along. when she finished, katerina took out her sanitary wipes and wiped off anything left behind on her hands. she moved away standing poised and proper as if nothing had happened. }
“ civilized people??? you have realized that we are no longer in eighteenth or nineteenth century russia, right? no need for your anaologies, dmitry. you’ve tracked me by witches & here you are. wanting to get ‘the elephant out of the room.’ so, tell me what you have to say & why you’re itching to say it to me so terribly. should we take normal positions? i stil on the throne and you kneel? ”
