He just smiles as I'm trying to break free.
" Let go! " I hiss, and at some point, I feel the grip loosen.
Automatically, I take a step back and bump into Zlata's desk with my hips. But this devil doesn’t lag behind. He steps towards me synchronously, while I just bite my lip and swallow loudly.
Poliansky is clearly in a playful mood, for impish sparks dance in his eyes, and his hands seem to live a life of their own, reaching towards me. He releases me, similar to a cat letting a mouse go. He wants to play with me before he eats.
I try to dodge his hands. I lose my balance, and my body keeps leaning back onto the table. At the edge of consciousness, a sneering voice chimes in - the boss will now take it as an invitation. Just what I needed today, to end up on Zlata’s table like a dessert.
I try to react quickly and attempt to support myself on the table with my elbows. But his broad palm quickly finds itself on my slender waist, yanking me towards him.
In his arms. Again. Utterly flustered. But I cannot quash this arousal. He helps me stand firmly on my feet… And then the warm touches disappear. Andriy Mykolayovych steps back. But inside me, there’s a robust protest. These touches, his embrace now, "they are like balm to my soul. They warm, heal, and cure.
" And when did you figure it out? " I decided not to play this 'you-you' game anymore. I see no point, because I understand that we have involuntarily passed this stage already.
I meet his still dark pupils with an open stare, my chin jutting out defiantly.
" I saw you on the stairs back at the club. Though only from the back. Then you were talking to your friend on the phone and putting together the rest of the facts wasn’t that hard.
A sudden anger starts to swirl in my chest like a whirlwind. So he knew almost from the very beginning! And after that ill-fated meeting at the party, he decided that I was easy prey? An available woman?!
My brain starts throwing up all the facts and events that followed, and indignation and anger just consume me from within.
“Sure, right after he heard…” I catch myself correcting: ”...eavesdropped on my conversation with Tanya, he came over to my apartment and conveniently agreed with Khmylevych about the transfer. To avoid unnecessary bother, as it turns out!”
" Darn you, Poliansky! " I blurt out and try to swiftly bypass him, reaching for the door.
I note his surprised look. Surprised? Or just skillfully played?
He proves quicker and in two steps blocks the exit, leaning broadly against the door and folding his arms confidently across his chest.
" Let me pass. I doubt we’ll work out, " I say, full of spite.
" Milana, " his brow arches inquisitively. " Apparently, I missed something. What prompted this brilliant idea? " he asks, not without a hint of irony.
" Don’t play dumb! " I don't even try to hide the irritation in my voice. You already decided at the party that I was easy prey, right? A woman for one evening. And when you realized who I am, then"the cards were on the table..., " I note, unable to hide the bitterness in my voice.
Andriy stands straight for a moment, processing my words, then throws back his head and starts to laugh. And I am completely lost. What’s so funny?
Then he calms down and finally asks:
" And how long did you think of such a devious plan? " he arches his eyebrow, obviously teasing.
I... feel embarrassed. Is he now trying to hint that my thinking was full of prejudice?
" This wasn’t what I thought at all. Believe it or not, " he says and steps away from the door.
Slowly approaches me, touching my cheek with a warm palm. He behaves so confidently, like someone who has done this a hundred times before, if not more.
" If I wanted a woman for the evening, I wouldn’t have bothered with it so much. Volunteers are always there..., " he adds boldly. His turquoise eyes darken again, and my gaze involuntarily slides lower and lingers on the sensual lips that continuously move closer. " I simply liked you.
Damn. His words, like honey. They pour into my ears and spread sweetly through my chest. These devilishly enticing lips approach and make my whole body tremble in silent anticipation. They touch my lips. Gently. Dizzily sensitive and so desired. And then the kiss deepens.
Poliansky kisses in leisure. Savors, enjoys the sensations and doesn’t hide it at all. But I do not hold back either. From the passion that sweeps over, like a squall wave, I am completely dizzy, and I passionately kiss the desired lips back.
My hands involuntarily wrap around his broad neck and I press against his solid torso even tighter. I’m going crazy. The tension is off the charts…, until a sharp knock on the door bursts in like a thunderclap.
I reluctantly stop, and the knock repeats. Finally, it dawns on me where I am and what I am doing. I swiftly jumped away from Andriy. My cheeks burn, lips still tingle from the sweet kiss. Whoever it might be, judging by my appearance, it won’t be hard to guess what we were doing here.
I turn away from the door and quickly walk to Zlata's table. I bend down and start rummaging through documents, appearing busy. I hear the door behind me open. One of the girls. Can't recognize which one by voice yet.
" Andriy Mykolayovych. Oh, you’re here. Do you have a minute? " I hear behind me.
" Of course. Milana, we’ll continue tomorrow. You may leave for today, " I hear behind me in a now confident, business tone, and I can’t help but turn my head.
That devil throws a cunning look, still full of fervent passion and unmistakably a sweet promise. And I should be outraged, but my foolish heart flutters in anticipation, and my lower abdomen twinges.
He leaves, and I still stand there, trying to calm down my emotions.
Unexpectedly, all sorts of unwelcome thoughts begin to wander into my head, like: "If he was telling the truth, and there's nothing between him and Zlata... Does he have someone else?"
Damn. I’m annoyed. Why should it concern me?”
I leave the office and decide to take a walk to calm the stirred imagination and settle the thoughts. Suddenly, a dark gray crossover brakes next to me, and the passenger side window slowly lowers.
" Milanochko, no way, is it really you? Especially in this part of town? " a familiar voice sounds.