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left in awe and gave him nothing but good reviews on the shop and her.
         According to her boss, she was dependable, on schedule and under budget. So in his eyes, she was on point. A little smile crept from the sides of her mouth as she relished in her accomplishment.
         Plus, she always liked pleasing Dmitry. It was the way that he conveyed his appreciation that was so special, always with an endearing kiss on the forehead, a gift of precious stones and a look that swallowed her whole. His eyes would capture her in the middle of all of their conversations. They would burn through her thoughts like lasers before he drowned her with his silky voice and his cool demeanor. That was Dmitry. She was sure that he had that affect on everyone. She brushed it off now. After all, what was she to him? An employee.
         Needing motivation, she grabbed the remote, turned off the stereo and turned on the large 72" plasma television mounted against the back wall. CNN's Black in America 2 was showing. Seen it. Twice. But it would do. She just needed something to keep her going.
         "Let's do this," she said slapping her hands together.
         "Yes... let's," Dmitry replied standing in the back of the shop watching her.
         "Dmitry!" she turned and exclaimed both happy to see him and shocked that he was back so soon. "I thought that your business in New York would keep you longer?"
         "I closed the deal and moved on," he said, shrugging his shoulders. His smile was smug and confident, but his eyes were happy to see her. They sparkled in exhilaration.
         She set down her hangers on the wooden floor and bounced over to greet him. Dmitry watched in complete satisfaction. Royal wore a pair of denim skinny-legged jeans, a grey tank top that showed the round melon-like shape of her breasts and her hair in a ponytail. She was such a simplistic beauty, a refreshing contrast from Dahlia. He smiled wider, this time more appreciative to be in her presence.
         "Sorry, I look a mess," she said, noticing his stare but misinterpreting it. "However, I've gotten tons done since you left." She ran her fingers down her long, bo-legs and turned to look at the store. "It's really coming along." She sighed proudly and turned back around to him. Her long ponytail danced behind her.
         "You're doing a great job." He moved her long mane from her shoulders affectionately.
         "Thanks. It's just that we are getting closer and closer to opening, and I'm getting so nervous." They walked as she talked. "I want you to look over the numbers again. I don't know how you're doing it, but the purchase of these clothes at these prices has saved us a bundle. We are nearly twenty-five percent under budget right now." Her eyes were bright with enthusiasm.
         "Due largely to you," Dmitry added, lightly touching her arms. He could never keep his hands to himself around her. "I'm very, very proud of you, Royal. You have exceeded all my expectations."
         "Wow, Dmitry," Royal said, a little choked up. "Thanks. That means a lot."
         "You're welcome," he sighed, remembering to pull himself from her trance. He blinked hard. "I've got something for you."
         He reached into his pocket but didn't take his eyes off of her.
         "What's this?" she asked.
         "Thank-you gift," he said, leaning over her body to give her his present. "Another one?"
         "Open it now," he urged.
         Royal was never uncomfortable to be close to him. Dmitry found that odd. She was so close until he could smell her sweet perfume and the sweat of a long day's work. But she did not back away. She stood there as if to say that this was her space and if he felt uncomfortable, he should step away. But he did not; he stood closer—as close as he could.
         She looked up at him with huge, cat eyes and smiled, recognizing the teal blue box wrapped in a white ribbon. Tiffany's.
         Dmitry constantly