Page 71 of Unholy Tsar

“Are you ready?”

I glance back to see that Alena has rolled a rack with three gorgeous outfits toward me.

“Yes. I think so.”

She takes one dress off and hands it to me. I can’t make out much of it except that it’s a beautiful shade of red and made of silk. She points to a door and asks me to go change there.

It’s a bedroom, and someone’s already set up a full-length mirror inside, which is perfect.

Quickly shedding my jeans and blouse, I slip into the dress. It’s a sleeveless number with ruffles at the bust. It hugs my body down to my waist, then flares out into a pleated skirt that stops just above my ankles.

I grin at my reflection and twirl. “Very nice.”

Alena applauds when I walk out, and I give her a dramatic bow before making my way to Maksim. “What do you think?”

He tilts his head with a slight frown, then twirls his index finger at me. I mutter under my breath as I turn around for him, but I secretly love it. I love it so much that even his grumpiness can’t dim my excitement.

“Very cute,” he finally says when I’m facing him again. “But it’s not the one.”

“As if you know anything about women's fashion.” Still, I’m curious about the other dresses, so, I head back to Alena.

She’s waiting for me with a light pink dress, and I eagerly retreat into the bedroom to try it on.

This one features a delicate strap made from a flowery material that complements the square neckline beautifully. Like the previous dress, it’s firm down to my waist and flares out in a graceful pleat, but this time the skirt stops just below the knee. It screams elegance and class.

Maksim steeples his fingers as I walk toward him. From his growing frown, I already know it isn’t the one. But for the fun of it, I still put on a little show for him, doing my best twirl.

“Well?”

“You’re beautiful as always, dushen’ka.”

I roll my eyes. “I’ll go try the next one.”

“I saved the best for the last,” Alena promises as she hands me the shimmery dress. Instantly, I’m in love with it. I can’t make out the shape yet, but damn, the material alone is gorgeous. I caress it lovingly as I walk into the bedroom one final time.

Getting into this dress is trickier than the others, and I have to call Alena to help me tie the small ropes on the back. When I finally check my reflection in the mirror, I inhale sharply.

“Wow.”

The elegant midnight blue A-line corset dress clings to my curves and flows down, forming a small train behind me. Its neckline is square, but there’s a subtle V-dip in the middle that shows a little cleavage.

One mini strap graces my shoulder, while the other rests on the upper arm of the same side, leaving my opposite arm sleeveless. And to top it off, there’s a daring slit that climbs up all the way up to my upper thigh. Alena hands me a pair of sheer lace gloves in the same midnight blue color, and they reach up to my elbows. That seals the deal.

As I move, the dress shimmers under the lights, and fuck, if Maksim doesn’t approve of this, I’m getting it anyway. This is the dress.

I walk out of the room feeling like Cinderella, and when Maksim sees me, his reaction is priceless.

I’ve never seen his eyes go so wide. His lips part in awe as I approach. When I come to a stop in front of him, he rises to his feet and slowly circles me, his gaze taking in every inch of me.

His finger traces down my spine, and I melt into him. Then, he presses a tender kiss against the shell of my ear and murmurs something in Russian.

“English please,” I whisper.

“You’re breathtaking.” He nuzzles my neck, his arms circling my waist to pull me into his chest so I can feel his hard cock against my ass. “Ravishing. I can’t wait to show you off… and then come back here to unwrap you.”

My eyes flutter close, my core clenching desperately as he whispers all the things he plans to do to me after dinner.

Abruptly, he releases me with what sounds like a curse in Russian. “Fuck, we don’t have time for this,” he says, his chest heaving, his pupils dilated. “You need to finish getting ready, and I have to go get dressed, too.”