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Posted on March 29, 2020 at 11:07:21 AM by Zhenya

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Zhenya led the woman to the dance floor, barely sparing a glance back at the open-mouthed gentleman staring after them. It was a ruse, of course – he’d been distracted by the woman’s dress, but wasn’t blind. Unlike her friend, though, Zhenya had excellent control over his own face. And at that moment, it was a mask of snobbery.

”Olive, you are angel this party does not deserve,” he informed her, by way of introduction. The “O” of her name was soft and round, the “v” clipped, and he smiled around the sound. ”Yevgeni, but call me Zhenya.” He pulled her close, one hand on her waist and the other maintaining a confident grip on her hand, and moved smoothly into a brisk waltz. Her dress flowed beautifully around her; the craftsmanship was impressive. The fact that she was pregnant and looking as elegant as a princess was a further mark in her favor; he admired her as they moved.

After a few beats, Zhenya turned his head in the direction Olive had indicated, as if he hadn’t noticed, and fixed Blue with a look that said he absolutely had. The smirk that stretched over his mouth was wicked. ”You want me to deflower your virgin?” He inquired conversationally, guiding her into a controlled spin. Their trajectory led them out of Blue’s line of sight, and Zhenya refocused on Olive, an innocent look replacing that flash of sinfulness. ”Suit is beautiful. Your doing, I suspect?”

Of course it was her doing – he had a trained eye, and could see the hand of a designer in all their works. If he’d still been assisting Lorraine, he might have made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. But he was not, and anyway, it seemed this Olive was more interested in questions of matchmaking than a potential career move. Zhenya smiled and rolled his eyes playfully, as if flirting with a handsome stranger was a heavy cross to bear.

”Listen. You may introduce me to your virgin friend, if you think he needs good time to lift confidence. He is too handsome to stand there like mother spanked him. Maybe other spanking is in order.” The song drew to a close, and he dipped her gracefully. ”I kid. I will only spank him if he deserves it.” Setting her back on her feet again, he clapped and bowed, provoking a flurry of applause from the other dancers. Then he offered her his elbow, and they strolled back in the direction of her companion.

His name was Blue, but he looked rather white. Zhenya eyed him curiously as he waited for Olive to introduce them.



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