~ Can't Buy My Love ~
by Katia N. Ruiz
passionatetyger@aol.com
Copyright 2004
Disclaimers: see part one.
Chapter Nine
Late Monday morning, Oksana decided to head to her house and pick up some of her clothes. She'd been living off her the clothes she'd left at the estate when she'd moved out three years before. She was surprised to find her grandfather sitting outside on the porch, seesawing on the old swing.
"Where are you going?" He asked casually, noting that she had removed the bandage and was now sporting a Band-Aid on her forehead.
To my house, to pick up some clothes." She replied just as casually.
"You should not go out, your head-"
"I've been in bed all weekend, papa!" Oksana protested, interrupting him. "I think I'm fine now." She shoved her hands into the pockets of her shorts.
"You took quite a hit." He pointed out.
"Speaking of hit, where's the pitcher?" Oksana asked, chuckling. She really liked that woman's spunk.
Oskar shook his head, fighting a smile. Sometimes he didn't know whether to find his granddaughter amusing or obnoxious. "She began working today."
Oksana lifted her eyebrows in surprise. "Really? Where?" Maybe I'll visit her. She thought mischievously.
"At the main office." He replied, noting the mischief shining in her eyes. Kat will have to put her in her place. Again. He thought amusedly.
Oksana was surprised yet again. "Doing what?"
"Heading the advertising department." Ivanov was so big it had its own advertising agency within it, and its other companies.
Oksana nodded, drawing her lips down as she took in the new turn of events. She knew that Advertising at the main office had needed someone to head it since the whole fiasco with Dame-Anne Johnson had taken place. An eyebrow rose as another thought hit her. "I'm going to be working very close to her when I take over, won't I?" She asked slowly.
"I'm afraid so, yes." Oskar replied. She will kill Oksana for sure now. All this protecting will be for nothing. "You are to treat her with respect. I will not have a repeat of Saturday, whatever it was." He warned her sternly.
Oksana wiped the grin off her face, pressing her right hand to her chest. "You have nothing to worry about, papa."
I seriously doubt that. Oskar thought as he watched her skip towards her car.
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The doorbell rang just as Oksana finished packing her clothes. She put her bag down on the coffee table, walking to the front door and opening it. She was completely unprepared for the body that threw itself at her, or the lips that clamped down onto hers. She inhaled deeply of the flowery scent and wrapped her arms around the thick waist before coming to her senses. She pushed at the woman's shoulders and tore her lips away with a cry. "I can't do this! Papa will disown me!"
"What?" The woman complained, cupping Oksana's head in her hands and pulling her down for another torrid kiss.
Oksana felt the woman's tongue enter her mouth forcefully, and she couldn't help but respond. She moaned deep in her throat when the woman's fingers sifted through the short curly hairs at the back of her head. The throbbing between her legs was making her knees weak. "Millie," Oksana managed between kisses, her traitorous hands moving all over the other woman's back and ass. "Millie!" She groaned when Millie pressed her lips against her throat, her tongue lapping at her flushed skin. "We can't do this!"
Millie ignored her plea, dropping to her knees and pressing her face into the crotch of Oksana's shorts.
Oksana released a long moan, coming instantly. She leaned weakly against the wall, panting heavily.
"God, I missed you!" Millie moaned, her hands shakily popping open Oksana's shorts. "I've been looking out for you all week!" She roughly yanked the shorts down, and looked up at Oksana, her eyes hungry. "I knew you'd never say no, I never believed the rumors." She whispered.
Oksana's arousal overrode her indignation. She stepped out of her shorts and spread her legs. With a demanding grunt, she grasped Millie's hair and yanked her mouth to the heat of her wetness.
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Kat strolled into the cafeteria, glancing around warily; she caught more than a few curious eyes. Despite the stares, she was glad to get a break.
Oskar had arranged a tour of the main office for her, and she'd been impressed with the smoothness of the operation. The main office had originally been located in New York City, but as Oskar had grown older and refused to retire from his CEO position, the headquarters had been move to Downtown Sanford. Most of Ivanov's original employees had moved with it, and Sanford grew from a mostly high-class town to a mix of high class and middle class.
Kat headed for the food, following the delicious smells. Her tour guide, Domingo Quinonez, was just ahead of her on the line. "Hey, Domingo." She greeted.
"Hey!" The friendly man seemed genuinely glad to see her. "How's the day so far? Want to sit with me for lunch?"
Kat nodded, smiling. She had instantly liked the energetic man when they'd first met that morning. The Assistant Head of Office Administration had been so open that Kat couldn't help but be comfortable with him. His personality more than made up for his looks, and she hadn't been surprised to find out he was married. Unattractive wasn't a word Kat would use to describe him, but she was sure that many others did. He was a short, extremely fat fellow with unruly bright red hair and wide gray eyes. His mouth was surprisingly delicate looking, but his nose was flat and wide. He seemed unaware of his peculiar looks, or he just didn't care.
"So how's your day so far?" He asked again, guiding Kat towards a table close to the entrance.
Kat sat across from him and dug into her lunch with gusto. She replied noncommittally: "It's alright. Got a lot to catch up on."
Domingo nodded sympathetically. "I can imagine. That woman was a disaster the last few weeks before she left."
Kat chose not to reply, taking a mouthful of mashed potatoes. She silently agreed with him, the paperwork was a nightmare.
They ate in silence for a long moment, and then Domingo asked: "Is it true that the kid is taking over soon?" He'd heard around town that Kat lived in Oskar Ivanov's house, and that she had grown up there. He figured she'd know for sure. When she looked up at him, he added: "I mean… the old man is ready to retire. Someone has to take over."
"I suppose." Kat said, again non-committal. She could tell he was curious, and not really looking for gossip, just some facts. "Why?"
He shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. "Oksana Ivanov caused a lot of ruckus among the women in this building without hardly being here. Imagine if she were here every day?"
Kat couldn't agree more, but she remained silent. She was already checking the classifieds for an apartment or even a house to buy. Being under the same roof, even if she avoided an encounter, with Oksana was fraying on her nerves. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about the kiss, and every time she caught sight of Oksana, however briefly, the memory always came back.
"Hello?" Domingo waved a massive hand in front of Kat's face.
Kat blinked back to the present. "Sorry." She said, glancing down at her watch. "Uh, I gotta go, Domingo. I'll see you later, okay?"
"Sure," Domingo said easily, smiling brightly. "Enjoy the rest of your day!" He watched her go with a smile on his face. Even if she is quiet, she's a nice girl. He looked at his own watch. Oh, I have to call Millie!
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"Where are you going?" Millie croaked, stretching languidly.
Oksana was in the process of getting dressed, nervously checking her watch. "I have to go back. Get up and get dressed." She said.
"Oh, come on, I know you're not done yet. I can see it on your shoulders."
Oksana sighed, very tempted to jump back into the bed with Millie. She couldn't look at her, afraid her body would dictate her actions once again. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Millie's nipples were hard as rocks, and she swallowed hard as her mouth watered. Her grandfather would disown her, and that reminder made her finish putting her clothes on. "Come on, get up and get dressed."
"What's going on, babe?" Millie asked with genuine concern. Oksana was never one to hurry getting out of bed, many times it was difficult to get her out of there fast enough. They'd been almost caught by Domingo more than once.
"I have to control my urges from now on." Oksana said, visibly miserable as she sat down at the foot of her bed. "I'm off the market, and I have to get married."
Millie's eyebrows almost disappeared into her hairline. This was new. Oksana married was not something that could be imagined. Now that she had a clearer head, Millie could see that despite the fact that Oksana had just broken down and had sex with her, she'd been trying not to. Millie had practically forced herself on the younger woman. There had to be a lot at stake. Millie crawled down to the foot of the bed, wrapping an arm around Oksana, who stiffened. "Hey, its nothing like that." Millie assured her. "I'm sorry that I didn't listen before. I didn't realize how serious things were."
Oksana's eyebrows drew down in confusion. No one she'd spoken to had cared about her situation. They'd only ridiculed her and told her how much they didn't believe she could abstain. Millie's apology, however late, made her feel slightly better about her plight.
"You can talk to me any time." Millie said, drawing Oksana out of her thoughts. At the astonished look on Oksana's face, Millie added: "Despite the fact that you can be a horrible asshole sometimes, I like you. I can be your friend without the sex." Millie paused, letting her eyes wander over Oksana's face and body with a sigh. "I'll be hard as hell," She said, her voice wistful. "But I think I can do it."
Oksana was speechless. Her mouth opened and closed as she tried to formulate words.
Millie chuckled and climbed up from the bed, reaching for her clothes. "So when you need to talk, call me, okay?"
Oksana watched Millie get dressed. Millie was a beautiful full figured woman with curves that needed a good lover to manage them. After a long silence, Oksana said: "Um, won't Domingo mind? My reputation precedes me, you know."
"Probably," Millie laughed. "Call me before five on the weekdays."
Oksana smiled. "So you're serious? No sex?" She still couldn't believe it.
Millie smiled as she picked up her purse. She walked over to Oksana and cupped her face with her free hand, her eyes roaming over her hair and face. "You're a magnificent looking specimen," she whispered. "But you have to give yourself more credit." She leaned down and gave her one last lingering kiss before straightening up and walking away.
Oksana watched her go. Well, this is a first.
(NOTE: Sorry for the short chapters. I hope you readers understand. Thank you all for the great support and comments on the story.)
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