Mrs Nikolay

My eyes distend when he appears out, with only a towel secured around his hips. His damp blonde hair looked brunette from the moisture. The abs of his body glistened with water droplets from the recent shower. His broad shoulders gleam from the sunlight pouring in through the window.

I can't help but notice the overall impressive muscular definition of his towering ivory figure. He reminded me of the Vikings from the Northern European classic tales I'd read in my childhood.

"Like what you see?" He questions, lips quirking in a wicked smirk.

I quickly regain my composure, arms crossing over my chest as I give a huff of irritation. He only but offers me a teasing wink before he saunters towards the wardrobe as he continues.

"Be a good girl now, otherwise I shall dress you myself, and frankly," He pauses, looking me over his shoulder with lustful eyes as blue as the sunlit sky. "I'll be enjoying every moment of it."

My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blu