The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(29)

Vlad laughed. “No, I'm not a serial killer, nor a mobster. I'm just an average businessman; my plane got grounded until the snow storm is over so I can fly back to California.”

“So you're only in town for a few days?” she asked him, looking mildly disappointed but tried to mask it.

“I can negotiate that, it's possible to extend my trip.” He winked at her and then headed back to his hotel room for the night.

He didn't sleep well, instead he was restless, picturing her beautiful chocolate features and picturing her dark lips wrapped around his cock. It made the night a very long, uncomfortable one, and when he got up in the morning he made a point to take a very cold shower.

He walked down into the parking lot, and looked around until he saw there, holding her purse and in a fur-lined wool jacket. Her tight black pants left nothing to the imagination and her large bubble butt gave her a huge hour glass figure since her waist was so tiny.

She waved at him and jogged over to him, blowing on her hands in the newly fallen snow.

“Where is a breakfast place around here?” Vlad asked her, linking his arm through hers.

“Just a couple blocks away, we can drive in my car, or we can walk.”

“Heaters are good,” he said grinning at her, flashing his perfect white teeth.

Nodding she walked over to an old Buick with worn out paint and unlocked the door manually. She hit the lock button on the inside of the doors and climbed in and started it. She waited for him to get in.

Vlad didn't say a word about her car, but wondered what she would think if she knew he had over twenty cars in his garage at home that all were in perfect condition with leather interiors and every bell and whistle he could get in them.

For some reason, he didn't feel the need to tell her, and instead just tried to enjoy her company. It felt like the right thing to do.

She drove the couple of blocks as the heater warmed up, to the Mom and Pop diner down the street.

“I grew up here, my mom used to work as a waitress here. They have really good breakfast foods,” Shelly told him as she pulled in to park.

“Is your mom retired?” Vlad asked her as she turned the car off and the two of them got out.

“She died of cancer. Thirty years of smoking did her lungs in. I'm working two jobs to put my youngest brother through college. He's the only one of us who wanted to go. He wants to be a doctor,” Shelly said sounding proud of him.

Vlad listened to her talk about her family the rest of the morning as they ate their food. She loved her family, he could tell that. He wondered what that would be like, to have someone so animated and full of joy that lit up their eyes when they talked about you.

He'd never had anyone talk about him that way, or even look at him the way Shelly looked when she greeted the waitress who took their order. It was a little old gray haired lady who had known Shelly since she'd been a kid.

Sitting there watching the interaction, he wondered if this is what had been missing in his life. He'd been so focused on making money, and acquiring fancy things in life since he'd grown up in Russia dirt poor, he realized he had forgotten that there was more to life than money and the next business trip.

“Shelly, do you work tonight?” Vlad asked her as he refused to let her pay her share of the meal, and covered the bill. She seemed slightly embarrassed to have him pay for her and he was completely intrigued by her behavior.

“I'm off tonight, but I need to sleep for a few hours,” she replied.

“Okay, I can walk back to my hotel, but I'd like to go out with you again, I've thoroughly enjoyed your company,” Vlad said, reaching out to touch her face with his hand. He liked the contrast of his very white skin to her chocolate cheek.

Shelly nodded at him. “I like you too, but this time, you get to talk about yourself. You had me blabbering my life story to you, and I still don't know anything about you.”

“Deal,” he told her. “Dinner?”

“Sure, what kind of food did you have in mind? I can drive if you want, and I know this area pretty well,” Shelly said offering.

Vlad looked at her for a minute smiling. He liked how independent she was, and how she didn't think twice about offering to drive since he didn't have a rental car right now, or how she would pay for herself and didn't assume the man was going to pay.

“Do you like steak?” he asked her. “My treat, I don't even want you to think of bringing your wallet.”

“I know of a couple of places. But they are kind of fancy, if you like that sort of thing,” she told him.

“And you don't?” He asked her, wondering if she didn't like dressing up.

Shelly laughed. “No, I love a good excuse to dress up and wear high heels; I just don't get to do it very often. If you're sure that's what you want to do, I'm fine with it.”

“Good, I'll meet you in the hotel parking lot around six?” Vlad asked her realizing he was a little nervous she wouldn't show up and why it was so important to him that she did.

“Okay, I will see you then,” Shelly replied, and then impulsively, she leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to his cheek. “Thank you Vlad, I haven't had such a good breakfast in a long time.”

“The pleasure is all mine Shelly,” he told her, and watched her leave.