The Silent Sisters (Charles Jenkins #3)(38)

He also couldn’t dismiss the wrong numbers and the excursion to a temple. Could Maria be having an affair with another man? Doing to him all the things she did for Sokalov? Did she even have the time?

Sokalov picked up the desk phone and pressed her call button. “Can you come in, please.”

A moment later, Maria stepped into his office. “Yes? Did you need something?”

He flipped a switch, creating white noise in his office. “I need you. I’ve missed not seeing you,” he said.

“You have been busy, and you must keep Olga happy, after all.”

“Do not remind me. Were it not for her father, you and I could be together.” That would never happen, but he hoped the possibility would keep Maria spreading her legs.

“I understand the situation and have for some time, Dmitry.”

“Would you like that, to be with me?”

“Do not toy with my emotions.”

No. He would leave the toying to her. “I had a visitor this afternoon. Do you know who?”

Maria shook her head.

“Your husband.”

“Helge?” Her jaw dropped and she paled.

Sokalov placed the watch and the bracelet on his desk. Her shoulders slumped. “He believes you are having an affair.”

She shut her eyes. After a moment she said, “Oh, Dmitry, I am sorry.”

“He said he found these hidden in your stockings.”

She sighed. “It was careless of me to bring them home. It was the night we went to the Bolshoi. I wanted to wear them out, Dmitry. I wanted to look good for you. I’m sorry. I didn’t have a chance to put them back in the safe, so I hid them in my drawer. I forgot all about them.”

“You must be careful. Helge is following you.”

“Following me? Why?”

“He told me that you have been receiving telephone calls, wrong numbers—”

“Ugh.” She turned away. Her voice became defiant. “He is obsessed with these wrong numbers, but he won’t call the telephone company to find out why we keep getting them. Let me guess. He told you the calls are from my lover setting up secret rendezvous.”

“That is exactly what he said. He said he followed you one night when you walked the dog.”

Again, she shook her head to indicate she did not know what he meant. “I always walk the dog while he sits and drinks vodka.”

“He followed you to Teremok.”

She sighed. “I picked up dinner. I didn’t feel like being home with him again when he’d been drinking.” She shook her head. “And I stopped for a bit at the Temple of the Martyr Anastasia.”

“Why?”

Tears pooled in her eyes. “I didn’t want to go home. So . . .”

“Oh, Zaychik, I am sorry. Come here.” He held out a hand. Maria stepped toward him and offered her hand. He felt the warmth and softness of her skin and thought of running his hand along the smooth contours of her body. He could smell her perfume and the scent of her; her vulnerability was Pavlovian. He felt himself becoming aroused.

Tears ran down her cheeks. Maria removed her hand to wipe them away and save her makeup.

“I find excuses to not be at home, but now Helge is retired, with nothing but time for these silly accusations.”

“Not so silly. You do have a lover.” Sokalov smiled.

Another sigh. “He thinks he is Porfiry Petrovich,” she said, referring to the lead investigator in Crime and Punishment.

“He said you went behind the icon and, that after you left, a man went into the church and did the same.”

She laughed lightly. “Extra candles are kept behind the statue. If you want to light a candle and leave a donation, that’s where you will find them.”

Sokalov laughed. “Maybe he is more Inspector Clouseau than Petrovich.”

“Dmitry, I am so sorry he bothered you with this nonsense. How should I handle it?”

“Tell him that I spanked you a hundred times. You would like that, would you not? I know I would.” He adjusted the crotch of his pants so she could see his arousal.

“I’m serious, Dmitry. What do I tell him to make him let this go? If I don’t, he might very well catch the two of us and go to Olga. Then what would happen?”

“Yes,” Sokalov said, the very mention of his wife’s name sending a chill through his body, deflating him. He thought for a moment, then said, “Tell him that I confronted you with the jewelry, and I admonished you and reminded you of your duties and your responsibilities and that the matter is now over.”

“Thank you, Dmitry. What would I do without you?”

He opened his knees to pull her closer. She placed a hand on his desk, bent her leg, and jammed her knee into his crotch. He flinched as she added more weight. “Why did you toy with me? Do you not trust me, Dmitry?” She jammed the knee against him a second time.

Sokalov groaned from the pain and the pleasure he derived from it. “It was silly of me. I was just having some fun.”

She applied even more pressure, enough that he sat upright. “As if I have time for another man.” She leaned in close. The aroma of her perfume intoxicated him. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Are you man enough for me, Dmitry?” She put her arms around his neck. Her shirt fell open, the gold chain and the crucifix dangling between her beautiful breasts. She nibbled his ear, a sensation that made his legs go weak. “Do you have time for me to show you now?”