Alex went back inside followed quickly by Mishka. His friend moved around the kitchen a spoke to him in a hushed voice.
“Ты, что с Луны свалился? What are you thinking, bringing an American girl here, Sania?” he said with distain.
“What?” Alex ignored his friend’s tone. “She is interesting. She amuses me. And you don’t have to whisper. She doesn’t understand Russian.”
“Amuses you?” he said incredulously. “I understand that she is very pretty, but she is not even your type.”
“Oh, what’s my type?” Alex asked with a chuckle.
“Tall, skinny, blonde and Russian. Sure, her curves are in all the right places, but… she’s an American!”
“You said that already,” Alex said, quickly becoming bored with the conversation. Mishka gave him an annoyed look.
“She was alone and she is nice and funny,” Alex cocked his head to the side, shrugged his shoulders and added quietly, “and she didn’t know who I was.”
“Didn’t know… what she is not from this planet? How can she not know who you are?”
“Not everyone follows hockey, Mishka.”
“What do you mean, she was alone?”
“Just what I said. She is alone here. She doesn’t speak the language.”
“So, you thought you needed to play hero and rescue the lady.”
“I know what it is like,” he said, his tone began to hold a note of warning that was not lost on his friend.
Mishka shook his head at his friend, clearly disapproving. Alex sighed. He couldn’t blame his friend. He asked himself the same questions on the drive out here. But every time she smiled at him, it didn’t matter where she was from. It didn’t matter that their worlds were so far apart. He wanted to get to know her. What was so bad about that?
She appeared in the doorway. Mishka was right, she did have curves in all the right places. She walked slowly over to him and smiled. She had a beautiful smile. He quickly forgot his annoyance with Mishka as he took in her appearance. She had full lips and very large, chocolate brown eyes. Her long, dark hair fell in damp waves halfway down her back. She had a long, graceful neck and a sun-kissed chest with lovely round breasts hidden beneath that bright orange bikini. He couldn’t help but imagine tasting them as she wrapped her toned legs around his waist. He watched her eyes travel across his chest and smiled himself. She was definitely attracted to him. He wondered how long it would take for her to accept it. He felt his desire for her building and resisted the urge to reach for her. She would come to him, of this, he was certain. Though, he found himself beginning to hope that it was sooner rather than later.
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