~ Can't Buy My Love ~
by Katia N. Ruiz
passionatetyger@aol.com
Copyright 2004
Disclaimers: see part one.
Chapter Seven
For the next week, Kat worked hard at avoiding Oksana. In her talks with Oskar, she found out that Oksana had pretty much moved back home, essentially cutting herself off any of her women. Well, what do you know? Oksana Ivanov actually cares about something. She thought cynically. Money.
Kat spent a lot of time with her parents, increasingly happy that she'd made the initially hasty decision to return home. She hadn't realized how much she'd missed her parents until she spent a few days in their company. Oskar had asked her to take over the marketing department of the whole of Ivanov Corporation, and she'd promised to think about it.
It was a lot of responsibility; she'd be basically taking over all of Ivanov's marketing, with department heads in different locations under her. It was a big job, and it freaked her out to think about taking over such a big department. Kat had always wondered why the acting marketing head, with which she'd dealt many times over the phone, had quit, and when she asked, Oskar had explained that he'd had to fire the woman after Oksana had slept with her and unceremoniously dumped her.
Yuliya told Kat the whole story. It seemed that the woman had become obsessed with Oksana and was determined to make Oksana fall in love with her. Of course, Oksana, who seemed incapable of feeling anything resembling love, was having none of it. Oksana had finally ended it after the woman, crazed with obsession, had showed up at her house. The chaos that ensued included Oksana receiving a big bump on the forehead. Oskar had had no choice but to fire the woman and press charges.
Oskar had his hands full with Oksana, and Kat wished him luck in trying to reform her. He had let the situation go for on too long.
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The Saturday before she was to begin working at Ivanov Corporation, Kat decided to sit outside on the wraparound porch. It was raining hard and Kat let the sights and sounds of the rain soothe her. She thought about her very interesting morning.
The Ivanovs had hired a new maid to help Yuliya around the house. She'd started that morning, and that left Kat with nothing to do. The night before, Yuliya had explained that the previous maid had quit after having fallen for Oksana's charms. Finding a maid, or any woman, in Sanford who was untouched by Oksana had proved to be difficult, and Mary had been a godsend. Mary Delfino had been in Sanford for only six months, and she'd worked with one other family.
Oskar had admitted to Kat that the beautiful maid would tempt the deprived Oksana, but that he would make sure to remind his granddaughter about the will. The maid was a treatment of sorts for the wayward Oksana; if she could to resist Mary, then she'd learn that she could live without sex. Kat seriously doubted that it was a good decision, but she figured he'd see the error of his ways soon enough.
Kat had disliked the woman from their first meeting that morning, but she doubted that she herself would be able to resist her physical attributes if it came down to it. Kat couldn't put her finger on what it was about Mary that she couldn't stand, but she could tell the feeling was mutual. Kat shrugged; she didn't care one way or another.
She chuckled suddenly. She couldn't wait to see Oksana's face when she caught sight of what she couldn't have, a tall big-breasted red head with legs that went on forever. Oskar and Nadya had invited her to dinner for front row seats, and she'd almost gleefully accepted.
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"Oksana, this is Mary, our new maid."
Kat watched Oksana's eyes widen and move up and down Mary's body; she thought she saw the tip of Oksana's tongue trace her lower lip. She began to once again doubt Oskar's plan, and a quick glance confirmed that he was beginning to doubt himself also.
The ever-present leer returned full force and Oksana stepped towards Mary with an outstretched hand. "It's a pleasure," She said smoothly, her eyes planted firmly on Mary's generous breasts. Hmmm, I want some of that.
Mary's brown eyes were taking in everything about Oksana. She felt incapable of formulating a single word. Of course, she heard stories about the Ivanov heir; she'd also eavesdropped on many a conversation between her former boss and her friends. Not every story was good, but they did agree on two main things: One, Oksana Ivanov had to be the most gorgeous woman ever born; two, Oksana was incredible in bed.
Mary's old-fashioned mother would be horrified at Sanford's apparent sexual liberty among the women, and the lesbian population, but she would have fainted at the talk centered on Oksana Ivanov. Mary almost melted at the sight of a very cute dimple emerging on Oksana's right cheek. I've got to have me some of that.
Oskar interrupted with a sharp: "Oksana, sit down already. Remember the deal."
Oksana quickly released Mary's hand, looking away and heading for her chair. She scowled miserably. Damn it! She thought, sneaking a glance at Kat. The bitch is grinning! She's fucking grinning! "What are you here?" She snapped across the table.
"Nadya and I invited her." Oskar interjected, a warning tone in his voice.
"What for? So she can kick me while I'm down?" Oksana snarled, never taking her eyes off Kat, who was still grinning at her.
Mary went around the table, serving their dinners. The tension in the dining room was palpable, and she was ready to make tracks to the kitchen and let Yuliya take over. As soon as she finished the serving, Mary disappeared.
Oksana watched the woman's ass out of the corner of her eyes. I'll see her later. She thought with a smirk.
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After dinner, Kat returned to the porch swing, relaxing after the otherwise delicious dinner. Mid-dinner, she'd decided that she'd never again accept Oskar and Nadya's invitation for dinner. Oksana had been in rare form, making sure to make dinner a miserable experience for everyone, especially Kat.
She'd started off by sneezing all over the table without covering her mouth, making Mary return to the dining room with new plates and more dinner. She'd also made comments that could be innocent and lewd at the same time. Kat had been torn between feeling either amused or offended. Oksana come outside a short time later, and Kat's peace was short-lived. Kat tensed up and waited, studying Oksana out of the corner of her eye.
Oksana was leaning against a column, gazing out at the rain. She said nothing for a long moment, but after a deep breath, she finally spoke in a low voice. "You know, I've always wondered why papa likes you so much."
Kat frowned, wondering where Oksana was headed. She leaned back on her seat and eyed the other woman warily.
Oksana turned towards her and crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed. "I don't know why. I mean, you're not even his granddaughter, his flesh and blood."
Kat's upper lip curled in distaste. "I guess it's beyond you." She said dryly.
Oksana ignored her. "Looking at you now," Oksana's eyes raked Kat's body once again; this time Kat could see her eyes as they lingered over each of her attributes. "I can't say I blame him."
Kat shot to her feet, indignant. "Just what in the hell are you trying to say?" She demanded, stepping towards the other woman.
Oksana went on as if Kat hadn't spoken. She was pissed at her plight, and since she couldn't take it out with sex, she'd take it out somehow. "But what about back then?" She asked, her eyes now focused on Kat's crotch.
Kat tried to fight the blush that emerged on her face. She'd never been looked at so thoroughly in her life.
"You weren't the prettiest flower in the pot." Oksana commented, her eyes moving lingeringly up to Kat's face. She was pleased to see that Kat was fighting to stay under control, and she was losing the battle. She moved closer to Kat and inhaled deeply. Her eyes closed at the sweet scent, and she groaned softly as she imagined herself nuzzling the graceful neck. She smirked slightly and asked without thinking: "What kind of favors have you done for him?"
The sharp sound of Kat's hand connecting with Oksana's cheek lingered in their ears. "You've got some nerve!" Kat snarled, her eyebrows drawn together in a deep scowl. "You are the most selfish, unlovable asshole I've ever met! Your black little heart, -" Kat poked the other woman in the chest. "Wouldn't know love if it bit you in the ass! You'll be alone all your life, with no one to love you. All anyone will ever feel for you is hate!"
Oksana had no smart response to Kat's angry tirade; she knew what she said was true, and it angered her even more. She looked away from Kat's flashing eyes. She looked at her car, sorely tempted to just leave the house and never come back; but she was trapped, she would never let Gustav have her grandfather's money. Her eyes tracked to the puddle of mud growing right beneath her rear tires, and a devious smile grew on her face. She stepped out into the rain and jumped into her car, turning it on.
Kat frowned. We're not done yet! She railed mentally, and watched Oksana start her car. Where is she going? She wondered, just as Oksana floored the gas pedal. All she could do was close her eyes as a tidal wave of mud made it onto the porch and covered her whole body from the face down.
Kat wiped at her eyes carefully, furious beyond words; her ears felt hot, and she wondered if they'd start smoking at any minute. When she was finally able to open her eyes, her fury grew as she caught sight of Oksana, forty feet away, standing beside her car. She was laughing loudly and pointing at Kat.
Kat's nostrils flared as she struggled to hold her control, but Oksana's gleeful expression made her snap. She looked around and grabbed the first thing her eyes landed on. She then hurled it with all her might.
Oksana's laugh died suddenly as her head snapped back. A stunned look crossed her face before her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she crumbled to the ground, a golf ball sized gravel lying close to her head.
CONTINUED…
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