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Preview from chapter one
The second day of the conference dragged on slowly. Marina had already caught herself several times not hearing what was being said to her. The sauna was still stuck in her head: the smell of wood, the birch whisk, someone else’s hands on bare buttocks, and the way Igor had looked when she took off the towel.
She was standing by the stand with the new laser when a man in a dark gray suit approached her. Tall, about forty, calm eyes, an expensive watch.
“Your presentation yesterday was strong,” he said without an unnecessary smile. “I’m Oleg Romanchenko. I sponsor this event and I’m currently choosing equipment for a network of clinics.”
They began talking about the machine. He asked precise questions; she answered just as precisely. But after ten minutes the conversation drifted away from technical specifications.
“Have you been in this field long?”
“Seven years.”
“And you’ve never worked with men?”
Marina smiled faintly.
“No. Women are one thing. With men everything is different.”
Oleg took a sip from his glass.
“And I’ve been allocating budgets for salons for years, buying lasers… and never once lay on that couch myself. Always just business.”
He looked at her directly.
“Perhaps today is the day when it’s worth trying.”
Marina felt the familiar pulling heat low in her abdomen—the same one that hadn’t left since the sauna.
“There’s a free room here with a demo machine,” she said quietly. “If you’re serious.”
Oleg nodded.
“Show me.”
They left the main hall almost unnoticed. In the office Marina dimmed the light halfway. Oleg took off his jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Where do we start?”
“First the armpits. Then we’ll see.”
He lay down. She put on gloves and began working. She stayed silent. But the tension in the small office kept growing. She felt his gaze on her hands, on the way she leaned over.
When the armpits were finished, Marina switched off the handpiece and stood for a few seconds simply looking at him.
Then she said quietly:
“Take off your underwear.”
Oleg stood up, pushed his trousers down together with his underwear, and lay back. Completely naked. His cock was already semi-hard and lay heavily on his stomach.
Marina looked at it for several seconds. Then she said:
“It’s somehow… awkward. I’m fully dressed.”
She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Then the skirt. She remained in black lingerie. She met his gaze and added: