My Russian Master (Service & Submission Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

instance though, she had to agree.
    Both men were right.
    “As a grown woman, you need to take better care of yourself instead of relying on others. It’s your responsibility to keep yourself safe. Yes, you have paid help to be the strength and muscle you need, but you have to actively participate in your safety also.” He crossed his legs and stretched his long arms along the back of the loveseat, making it look more like a chair than a sofa.
    Once again, she knew she should have reasserted her authority at that moment, but instead she found herself swallowing in reaction to his rebuke.
    “I’m sure you’ll do better next time, but you need to apologize to him. Not just to make amends, but because it’s the right thing to do.” He leaned forward to pour some water into a glass, gulping half the glass down.
    “Sammi can get you some coffee, tea, chai, espresso — whatever you would like. I’ll just buzz her.” She started to stand, but his outstretched hand stopped her.
    “No. I can see the choices on the counter over there. Why would she need to serve me? I don’t need service. Water is fine. Sit.” He waited until she returned to her seat again before speaking. “Now, let’s discuss why you’ve asked me to be your fitness chef. What are you looking for out of this relationship? What are your goals?”
    “Well, I need to lose twenty to thirty pounds. I want to eat healthier, and I need help with an exercise regimen.”
    He nodded. “Stand, please.”
    “Why?” Her heart began to race.
    He sat passively, watching. “Because I asked you to. Stand.”
    Caroline stood up, feeling very self-conscious, running her hands over her dress, pulling and tugging nervously. Unsure of what to do with her arms, she crossed them over her chest, trying to hide her large breasts.
    She’d always felt sheepish about her breasts. It didn’t help that men often addressed her chest before even making eye contact.
    “Hands down at your sides.” He waited for her to obey. “Turn please, so I may see the back of you. Stand still with your ass facing me.”
    Her cheeks flushed and she contemplated refusing, but he interjected before she could voice an objection. “No, Caroleena, I need to see for myself the job ahead of me.”
    “ Caroline . It’s pronounced Caro- line .” She crossed her arms again, self-conscious in front of this obviously dictatorial man.
    “Sorry. You’ll have to excuse my accent some days. It’s a beautiful name. In Russia, we pronounce this name as Caroleena — and Lena is a very popular woman’s name. I’ll get confused some days. It is not personal. Hands down.” He twirled his forefinger in a circle. “Turn, please.”
    Clearing her throat, she slowly pivoted, focusing on the little throw pillow in front of her on the couch.
    Oh, God! He’ll probably quit just looking at my huge ass. ‘Sorry ma’am — too much, too big.’
    “Okay, you may sit, Caroline.”
    She sat down, unable to even make eye contact with him. She just knew he was aghast at the task set before him.
    “Why do you think you need to lose twenty to thirty pounds?” She lifted her gaze to see his eyebrows furrowed. Was this a joke? He’d just completed a full body scan with his eyes.
    “Maxim, do you need me to get you glasses, you know, reading spectacles?”
    His eyebrows shot up. “Is that sarcasm, Caroline?”
    God, his voice could be so firm.
    What have you gotten yourself into?
    “Uhm, yes, I guess.” She tugged at the skirt of her dress, pulling at it to cover more of her damn thighs. “It’s just you saw my body. You know why I called you, are you trying to humiliate me?”
    His eyes narrowed and he stared at her quietly for a moment. “I would never humiliate you like that. From what I can see, you just need to tone up. Your body is fine. We’ll get you doing some cardio every day with some weight training and targeted exercises. You’ll be in prime condition again.”
    She scowled at him.