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Dmitri

Fuck, if we didn't get out of that suite, we may never have. Sky, normally dressed, is sexy. The way she looks tonight is next-level. She is seduction on two legs. Although innocent and oblivious. Walking behind her as we make our way to the elevator, I'm given a view that is causing a painful throb in my dick.

I was surprised Sky chose this dress. It's the most seductive of the lot, and I got it more as a fantasy on my part, never dreaming I would actually see her in it. But dreams come true, apparently, and the reality is better than any fantasy. From our interactions so far, Sky shows curiosity about her sexuality, even though she is shy. She hasn't had the opportunity to, so I'm not surprised. I just wonder if it were anyone else in my place, would she be as open to exploring as she has been with me? I hope not.

The dress from behind showcases her curvy ass. The dress shows off her smooth back, the material blessedly covering the dimples on her lower back. I would have had to convince her to change if those were on display. They are for my viewing pleasure only.

As she walks, you glimpse her delectable legs through the slits on each side. Legs that not long ago were wrapped around my body. The thought of that situation, which we hadn't addressed, makes my dick stand to attention. The only time I've appreciated formal attire in my life is now, as the tuxedo jacket helps shield the hard-on lurking underneath from view.

We get to the elevator, which arrives shortly thereafter. We climb in, and I press the reception button, which is only four floors down. I take in Sky's reflection in the mirror. The front of her dress dips into a V, revealing smooth white skin and hinting at her breasts, depending on her movement. It's so subtly seductive. Her makeup is simple yet effective, drawing attention to her beautiful hazel eyes and deliciously plump lips. Her hair has been styled so that she looks elegantly wild, like a tamed-down version of a Viking warrior. She is breathtaking.

I can feel her becoming anxious as we get closer to our destination.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine. It's just a fancy dinner." I say, hoping to calm her nerves.

"Just smile and follow my lead." I give her a smile in the mirror, one she nervously returns before she inhales deeply and releases the breath as the elevator doors open.

We are a couple of minutes late, and most of the guests have made their way to the dining room, leaving the area around the fountain bare, save for a couple of guests moving slowly inside.

As the guest of honor, we are seated at the front of the room, at a fancy rectangular table for six. We will be joined by the other two representatives and their partners. Before we enter the hall, I look down at Sky, then hold the crook of my arm out.

I see a surprised expression on her face before she loops her gloved hand through. She looks up at me, giving me the biggest smile ever.

We enter the hall, conversation immediately dying down as everyone watches us. As our table is in the front, we need to pass many tables on the way, leaving whispers in our wake. Speculation about who Sky is to me being top of the gossip mill.

Some men are greedily eyeing her, looks of lust crossing their faces. The dimly lit room cast shadows across Sky's features and curves, highlighting her assets. I catch the eye of some, a warning being issued with a look alone, before they avert their gaze. I can feel from the way Sky is grasping my arm how tense she is.

As we walk up to the main table, I see the others are already seated, talking quietly amongst themselves. Their attention turns to us as we approach.

Since it is Markos' turn to give a speech this year, he is seated in the middle, with Elanor on his left. I had my turn last year, grateful that this year, my only task will be warding off a bunch of lusty men looking to get lucky with Sky. Fun. At the other end of the table, Raina is seated next to her partner, Ally. They have been together for decades, long before humans finally accepted that anyone can love anyone.

"You decided to join us," Marko says, amusement in his tone.

We stop in front of the table. "Marko," I say, nodding in acknowledgement.

"Skylar, this is Marko. You've met Elanor. Over there are Raina and her partner, Ally."

Marko looks at Sky with curiosity. Elanor is giving her a smile, but I see a tinge of jealousy cross her face before she swiftly covers it up, draping her arm through Markos'. Raina and Ally look uncomfortable as they first look at Sky, then at each other, unspoken words passing between the two witches. They are anxious, their heart rate giving their state away. I will have to ask them later what's going on. I'm not sure if Sky saw it. If she did, she ignores it and politely greets everyone before we take our seats.

I am seated next to Elanor, while Sky is seated on my left. I pull her chair out, pushing it slightly in as she sits before taking my seat. Elanor is eyeing my every move, her eyes roaming lustfully over my body. Sky, noticing this, is averting her gaze, looking at anything but me or the rest of the table.

Marko opens the dinner with a brief welcome and thanks to all the guests who have attended. Shortly after, appetizers are served: beef tenderloin and blue cheese wraps. I mentioned to the chef earlier, when I saw him after the meeting, that Sky was a vegetarian and that her meals should be swapped out for suitable alternatives. A server fills our glasses with some fancy wine that pairs well with the appetizer.

In the middle of the huge dining hall is an open area, with a band playing music off to the side. I watch Sky, who is sitting quietly, forking the food on her plate.

I lean closer to her before quietly asking, "Are you okay?"

Her gaze shoots up to mine.

"I'm fine," she says, a small smile appearing on her face. "It's just overwhelming. And there are so many people. I didn't realize we'd be sitting up here in the front. Where everybody can see us..." she trails off, chuckling.

"Don't worry, it's only two hundred people looking at you." This causes her to laugh, a smile appearing on my face. She is so beautiful when she laughs.

"I'm used to people looking at me, it's been that way all my life. People think I'm weird, and that's fine," she chuckles, "but I fear I may ruin your reputation," her smile faltering slightly as she says the words.

"Why would you ruin my reputation?" I ask, curious as to what was going on in her head.

"Well, look at you and look at me. I know they must be wondering what we are doing together."

"I told them I was protecting you. Even if that wasn't the case, I'm not sure what you mean by 'look at you and look at me'," I say flatly, truly not sure what she was getting at.

"This isn't me fishing for compliments, Dmitri, but you and I are like the school football player and the gawky nerd in the corner. I mean, have you seen the women here? They look like supermodels," she laughs again, me growing more and more addicted to the sound.

"Wow, you are truly oblivious, Skylar. Do you know why everyone is staring at you?" I question, my expression serious. She shakes her head, eyes glued to mine.

"The males in the room are lusting after you, seduced by your every move, while the women are mostly jealous, wishing they had half the charisma you have without even opening your mouth."

She is gazing at me intently, a blush forming on her perfect cheeks. As she is about to say something, I hear Elanor move her chair next to me and stand up.

"Oh, Dmitri, baby, Marko doesn't want to dance with me," her voice is sickly sweet. "Come dance with me," she demands, holding her hand out. I can feel everyone's eyes on us as this plays out. Marco is looking at me, an amused smile on his face. Refusing would mean causing a scene, especially since Elanor has made this display so public.

"Once dance," I respond to Elanor quietly in a clipped voice, ignoring her hand as I get up.

Unperturbed, she wraps her arm around mine, her lean body clad in a figure-hugging, way too short red number, pressed tightly against my side.

As we walk to the dance floor, I look back at Sky. She isn't quick enough to cover the hurt expression on her face, which I see just before she gives me a bright smile.

Before I get to the dance floor, I notice Benjamin rise from his seat at a table near the back. His gaze is intently focused on the spot behind me. Jealousy flares up, my fist balling at my side.

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