Page 43 of Delicious Surrender
Brynne blushed. “I did okay, I guess. Until the last guy used the cane. That was insane!”
“It can be… But Mr. Richmond is a master in every sense of the word!” Her eyes went dreamy, and she smiled wistfully. “I have a bit of a crush on him.”
“I never saw his face. Is he handsome?”
“A dreamboat. He looks like a young Tom Berenger.”
“Who?”
Bettie’s mouth dropped open. “Haven’t you seen the movieSomeone to Watch Over Me?”
“No, I don’t think so. When did it come out?”
“Shit, probably before you were born. Late eighties.”
She laughed. “I’ll see if I can find it on Netflix.”
“I think you’ll love it. Oh, I almost forgot. I have some tips from last night’s party for you.” Bettie dug into her bra and peeled off £275.
Brynne shook her head, shocked. “You did all the work to set that up. I only covered it for a short while. That’s too much!”
“No arguing. They were extremely generous, and this is your share.” She pushed the money into her hand.
The dark-haired beauty wouldn’t take no for an answer, so Brynne gave in. “Okay, thank you. I appreciate it. It got me out of Dimitri’s sights.”
“Yeah, that man has it bad for you.”
“Speak of the devil,” Brynne whispered, looking over Bettie’s shoulder.Dammit, why couldn’t he have drinks somewhere else?
He and a dubious-looking character sat down at his corner table. The other guy was oversized in every respect, his massive neck stretching the wool of the black turtleneck he wore under a black leather peacoat. Dimitri wore a dark-gray pinstriped suit that fit him to a T. Brynne took a deep breath and headed over.
“Good evening, gentlemen. May I bring you something from the bar?”
He ignored her question. “How are you feeling after your punishment, Kiska?”
“Fine, thank you. Just a little sore.” Brynne hoped he would leave it at that.
“Good.” He sat back and loosened his tie, his eyes never leaving hers. “Did you like being punished in front of everyone?”
Brynne swallowed a gasp. “No. I, no, it was embarrassing.” Heat crept up her neck.
“I think you are lying, Devushka. I think you enjoyed being the center of attention.”
She shook her head but couldn’t form a reply.
“I could tell by the sounds you were making, and the air wasripe with your sweet scent.”
Brynne’s teeth ground together. She lifted her chin, then asked again, “What would you like to drink?”
The corners of his mouth curled in a way that made her shiver. “I would like to lap at the honey between your legs.”
She cut him off, stamping her foot. “That is quite enough, Mr. Ivanov. If you continue to speak to me that way, I will not serve you.”
“Oh, so fiery.” He smiled fully now, enjoying her anger. “Da, Malishka. I will stop…because I want to enjoy your company tonight.” He looked mildly chastened. “I will start with the best scotch you have, straight up. My friend will have a double Stolichnaya on ice. And bring the wine list. Spasibo.Please.”
She nodded curtly and turned for the bar. Bill could see they’d agitated her, but she waved him off and relayed the order. When he confirmed the Macallan 1948 was the best scotch in the club, she punched it in. The man had more money than sense.
He got the drinks ready and said, “Never let them see you sweat, Tink.”