Free Sasha: The Wallflower (The Wallflower Series Book 1) by R.J. Fletcher Page A

the event at the club. She had always looked upon Sasha like a little sister since she had first started working at the diner. It had been pure instinct to stand up for her when she apparently still lacked the toughness needed to defend herself against people she wanted to still consider friends. Dina wondered why Sasha felt such a need for friendship, one that was clearly superficial from the beginning at best.
    “Forget about her, Sasha. I know this may sound cliché but she obviously is just jealous of your budding relationship with Dmitri.”
    At the mention of his name, Sasha automatically asked, “Could you drop me off at the Ritz?”
    Dina asked why but she didn’t bother to answer. Instead, she looked out the window at the passing lights until she saw the familiar building. Quickly, she thanked Dina for the ride in a small voice before leaving the vehicle. In the back of her mind, she heard Dina call out to her but she had complete tunnel vision. Passing security with no problem because of her continuous visits to his place, Sasha made her way to his floor and rung the bell.
    Her hands felt clammy as she waited. It was at least three in the morning on a Sunday but she honestly didn’t care. There was a silent craving to see him that she had held back in order to go out with ‘friends.’ But now she had finally succumbed.
    The door opened slowly to reveal Dmitri in just a pair of boxer briefs with his chest bare. His hair was messy with spikes and his eyes were narrowed, sensitive to the bright hallway lights. He had obviously been sleeping. He looked down at her in shock. Before he could speak, she interrupted.
    “Dmitri,” Sasha whispered. “I-I needed to see you. Can I come in?” As soon as she spoke, she felt her throat clog with unwanted tears. Sasha quickly shook her head reminding herself to be strong.
    Without saying a word, Dmitri took her hand and closed the door. Though exhausted from an interrupted night of sleep, he could tell from just one glance that Sasha was holding back tears. Still holding her hand, he led her to his bedroom. Taking a t-shirt from one of his drawers, he gave it to her and watched as she began to undress.
    Self-consciously, Sasha slid her feet from the high heels and wriggled her body from the form-fitting black dress. Dmitri didn’t bother to look away; taking the opportunity to look upon and admire her form in only a lace bra and panties. Though he felt aroused, he didn’t initiate anything. He knew that wasn’t what she needed right then. Instead, he waited until she had slipped on the shirt before grasping her hand and climbing into the large king size bed.
    Sasha felt her body melt into the sheets and fluffy comforter. She rested her head on the firm pillow and felt Dmitri’s body spoon behind her. His large arms wrapped around her waist and he rested his beard roughened chin on the top of her head, breathing in the familiar scent of her hair. Sasha placed her hands on Dmitri’s forearms. Caressing the hair she felt there, she smiled in contentment and wriggled closer to him before falling asleep.

Chapter Eight
    The next morning, Sasha squirmed in the comfortable bed. She felt something hard between the cheeks of her butt and unconsciously swiped at it sleepily. The unfamiliar grunt she heard as her hands connected with warm, hairy flesh made her eyes pop open in alarm. She made the effort to sit up in bed but a strong grasp around her waist prevented movement. She looked down and the events of last night came flooding back as she saw Dmitri’s forearms resting against her stomach. The t-shirt he had given her, which was much too big, had bunched up around her waist so that the only thing separating her from his obvious and impressive morning wood was skimpy lace panties and the thin cloth of his boxer briefs.
    In an effort at self-preservation, she attempted to scoot farther away from his warm, hard body but his grasp around her waist only tightened. Mumbling in