My Russian Master (Service & Submission Book 3) by Megan Michaels Read Free Book Online

dishes.
    “Lena, don’t worry. I’m sure there is something in your kitchen. I can make dish out of anything. Trust me.” His hand brushed her back, the stroke of his palm oddly comforting.
    “ Caroline . Yes, I’m sure there’s something you can use in there. If not, we’ll order out.” She laughed weakly, the sound even less confident than she felt.
    “I would make trip to the grocery store, before we order out. That’s first habit we break, yes?” Judging by the look on the Russian’s face, making a joke wouldn’t be appropriate at that moment, so she simply nodded.
    Jason swiped a key card for the private elevator that brought her straight to her penthouse. When they entered her home, Maxim whistled low and long.
    “Wow. Caroline, this is amazing! Not a good enough word — stunning? Yes, stunning.” He walked up to the picture window in the great room, taking in the cityscape below. It looked out over Manhattan, and now that the evening was approaching, she agreed it definitely was as he had described it — stunning, indeed. The sun, a smoldering ball on the horizon, rendered the buildings into hues of pink and orange, with streaks of blue and purple just starting to bleed into the darkening sky. The view of the city never got old.
    “I cannot imagine seeing this every night.” He stood with his hands on his narrow hips, his suit coat pushed out of the way by those large hands.
    “If you take the job, you can see this every night. It’s even prettier in the snow. From this height, the city takes on a magical look in a snow storm.” A romantic at heart, Caroline loved watching the snow cover the buildings, and presume what the people were doing inside.
    “It will be pleasure to see this.” He stood quietly for a few moments, then suddenly turned, clapping his hands. “Okay. Let’s get dinner going! Show me kitchen.” He took his suit coat off, draping it over a chair placed by her door.
    She laughed at his excitement. “This way.” She halted when he started to roll up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. Her clit throbbed immediately.
    Christ! I’m acting like a silly teenager.
    His arms were muscled and hairy, and once more, she noticed how large his hands were.
    “You okay?”
    She must’ve looked like an idiot just standing there staring at his arms. Hardly the poise one would expect from the CEO of a company.
    What the hell has this damn man done to me?
    “Oh, fine. I’m fine. C’mon.” She pivoted, walking toward her gleaming kitchen, the white cupboards and floors accented well with the stainless steel appliances. She loved her kitchen — even though she had not a clue what to do in there.
    “Here’s the fridge, of course. And the stove.” She tapped each as she spoke, rolling her eyes as if exasperated that he needed help in recognizing them. “Over here is the pantry closet. Good luck. I’ll open some wine. Do you prefer a mixed drink, or is wine more your speed?”
    “Wine would be perfect.” He had already walked into the pantry, looking around. After a few minutes of hearing banging and sliding of cans on shelves, amid the thud of his heavy footsteps on the wooden floor, he came out, his arms full of oils, spices, cans of tomatoes, and pasta — along with a few other things she didn’t even know she had in there.
    “Not bad. Now, I see what you have in freezer to make this better.” He winked at her and opened the door, shifting items. “Ah. Yes. Chicken, we’re set. And beef. I can do beef stroganoff tomorrow — my specialty.” He opened the refrigerator, inspecting its contents, scrutinizing things.
    Things.
    Things like a tub of partially eaten chocolate chip cookie dough, whipped cream, chocolate syrups. The Chinese food containers from last night were still there, plus several bottles of specialty coffee creamers. She cringed, waiting for him to scold her for her bad eating habits.
    Instead, he stooped, opening the cupboard doors of the island, pulling