Free Dmitry's Royal Flush: Rise of the Queen by Latrivia S. Nelson Page A

reflections of crystal and gold.
    Two slender women, who could have easily passed for models, stood behind the counter in matching black dresses with bright smiles. The redhead walked up to Victoria.
    "Welcome to Royal Flush," she said in an English accent. "My name is Lola. May I help you find something, or are you just looking today?"
    "Just looking," Victoria said, impressed with the shop. It was a mix of old world opulence and new world technology. "I'm actually Mrs. Medlov's daughters teacher, Victoria. I figured on my day off, I would just stop by and check out the boutique."
    The redhead raised her brow as if this wasn't the first time that she heard the name. "Oh, you're Anya's teacher." There was visible smirk on her face. "Well, please let us know if we can get anything for you. Would you like some water or maybe a glass of champagne while you shop?"
    "Sure. I'll take a glass of bubbly," she said curiously.
    The redhead looked over at the blonde woman and raised her finger. "One please," she said before she moved out of Victoria's way. "Please make comfortable."
    I bet ten dollars that bitch has been talking bad about me , Victoria thought to herself as she took the glass from the woman. She looked around at the racks of name brand clothes and nearly choked. $5,000 for a dress, $7,000 for a suit. Who were they kidding?
    Gulping down the champagne, she looked around for the clearance rack. Oddly enough, there was not one. Snooty ass, she thought shaking her head. Within in minutes, she decided that Royal Flush was not the place for her or her budget.
    Setting the glass on the counter before she left, she waved at the women and headed out the door as a group of well-dressed women in furs came through the door speaking to each other in French. As she looked back, she saw the two sales women together laughing and talking under her breath.
    "Thank you for shopping at Royal Flush," the woman said, when she realized that Victoria was leaving.
    "Before I leave," Victoria said, turning around. "Where can I go have a drink in a sort of party-like atmosphere during the day? This is Prague, right? You guys know how to have a little fun here, don't you?"
    Lola pulled herself away from her associate and walked over to Victoria. She put her hands on her hip. "Party-like?"
    "Party-like," Victoria said, wiping her nose. "From the look of you, I can tell that you know. You can't naturally be a size two can you?"
    The woman smiled at the ill-formed compliment. "There is a pub not far from here off of LeBeauch Lane. It's called the Rector. You can order a drink and whatever else you need, but it's expensive. Because of the area, you're going to pay way more than market value."
    "Well, I don't mind paying for that," Victoria said smirking.
    "Ask for Myneau," she said in a little warmer tone to Victoria "Hell help you out."
    With that Victoria headed out. She hadn't had a serious release since she got there. Customs was too much of risk to get good shit through. It would be nice to do a few lines and get some pills for later.
    * * *
    A breathtaking Sunset was on the horizon of the Russian Riviera by the time that Dmitry settled into his exclusive suite at the Rodina Hotel.
    With the curtains pulled to see the Black Sea and the parade of fine yachts as they sailed by, he poured himself a nice strong glass of vodka and opened his laptop. The meeting would not be for another two hours. It would give him just enough time to take a bath and call Royal.
    Even after a hectic day, he still could not take his mind off of her. How he longed to be with her now. He wanted to hear her voice, feel her hot body against his again, smell her perfume and feel her long hair rub over him. The thought of her oddly enough gave him an uncompromising hard on. He looked down at his rising pants and sighed.
    "Royal, you're killing me," he said aloud, taking a sip from the crystal goblet.
    The sun slipped into his room as it reflected on the water. Crisp air waved