The day in St. Petersburg became a night as well. When their boat tour was over, Alex took her hand and they walked down a tree filled street. A large hotel, with balconies covered with tiny lights came into view as they turned the corner. It was a lovely very large building with beautiful detail over each of the infinite number of windows. Zoey commented on how grand it was. Alex stopped at the front doors and she looked at him questioningly.
“It is too late to drive back to Moscow tonight. We should just stay here.”
“Stay here?” she exclaimed in disbelief.
“We already have room. We stay if you want.”
“When did you get a room for us?”
“This morning, when I got the boat,” he smiled slyly. She proceeded him inside and stood in awe of the sight before her. The lobby was a rich red with wood paneling and a turn of the century feel that left Zoey breathless. A young woman approached them both as Alex stopped at Zoey’s side. She was tall, thin and absolutely beautiful, with a long, blonde hair pulled back in a classic ponytail. She was dressed in a dark, pinstripe suit jacket and skirt, with a delicate white blouse beneath.
“Г-н Овечкин, Добро пожаловать в Гранд Отеле,” her lips lifted in an exquisite smile and she nodded to Zoey and addressed her as госпожа.
“Спасибо,” he replied and turned to Zoey with a smile. “This is the Grand Hotel.”
“Ваша комната готова,” she handed him a pass card while shaking his hand warmly. “Если вам требуется что-нибудь вообще, меня зовут Лара. Я в вашем распоряжении.”
He thanked her again and led Zoey up the red carpeted steps to the elevator.
“What did she say?” Zoey asked.
“Oh, only that if we need anything, the same in every hotel.”
“She was very pretty,” Zoey commented innocently.
“Oh? Yes, I suppose,” he answered. Zoey looked at him, but he didn’t seem to be acting for her benefit.
He opened the door to their room and ushered her inside. For the second time, she stood in awe. The first thing she noticed was the huge window and terrace just opposite her. They were on the top floor of the hotel. She passed the huge king sized bed with its cream color duvet and many pastel pillows and stood in the doorway to the terrace. The view was incredible. She could see for miles. The room faced the Arts Square and the Russian Museum. She even had an incredible view of the Church on Spilled Blood. Even though it was late, the white night illuminated enough of the landscape for her get a beautiful picture of the city.
“Alex, this is just amazing.”
He smiled at her and moved out on the terrace with her. He stood at the rail and looked over the side.
“Is it a very long way down?” she asked, suddenly nervous.
“No, not so much. Come here, Kroshka.” He held out his hand for her. She hesitated and he waved his hand at her impatiently.
“I really don’t like heights so much, Alex,” she said and offered a small smile.
“Look this rail. No chance for you to fall. Beside, I would not let that happen.”
He stood there with his hand still outstretched, waiting. She let out a nervous breath and moved to him, taking his hand. She joined him close to the rail and he put his arm across her shoulders again. It was a long way down to her and she quickly turned her focus from the street below to the man beside her.
“You are not scared?” he asked.
“Just prefer other sights,” she said, biting her lip slightly. His mouth was on hers in an instant. He brushed his fingers across her cheek to the back of her neck and held her tightly around the waist. If the street below didn’t make her dizzy, his kiss certainly did. She caught her breath as he finally pulled away from her.
“I want you so bad all day,” he whispered in her ear. She couldn’t keep a whimper from escaping her lips. His large fingers brushed down the front of her shirt, fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. She lifted his t-shirt and placed her hands against his skin. He was so warm.
“You tickling me,” he warned.
She grinned up at him with a gleam in her eye.
“Ah, no,” he ordered, laughing as she continued with the torture. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up holding her tight to keep her hands still. He kissed her again, hard and all thoughts of tickling him flew out of her head. He slid his hands down to her buttocks and pulled her legs up around him. He carried her back inside and lay her on the bed.
“You think you can tickle me and get away with it?” he said, smirking at her. He pulled her shirt away from her and relieved her of her bra. He gazed down on her and licked his lips. Then he grabbed her wrists, held them above her head and proceeded to tickle her bare skin unmercifully.
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