Summer Brides: Bride Wanted / Hasty Wedding

Her throat felt as dry as a desert. Speaking was impossible.

“All I could think about was how good you tasted and how much I wanted to hold you and kiss you again,” he went on.

The coffee had finished brewing, but Julia couldn’t make herself move.

“I know you want me, too. Why do you torture us like this?”

“I…have to get to work.” Each syllable was a triumph.

“Let me make love to you,” Alek urged, his mouth close to her ear.

“No. We can’t. I…I’ll be late for work.” She didn’t wait for him to argue with her, but rushed toward her bedroom. Toward sanity.

By the time Julia reached her office, she was in a terrible mood. She blamed Alek for this. As much as she wished it, she wasn’t made of stone. She was flesh and blood. A woman. When he kissed her and touched her she experienced a certain sexual yearning.

It was inevitable. A mere physiological reaction. It meant nothing. He insisted she was in love with him, but Julia knew that was just talk. Sweet talk, with a single purpose. To seduce her.

Julia had been seduced before, by an artful master. In comparison, Alek was so much more honest and, therefore, easier to defend herself against. She refused to give in to his pressure, subtle or otherwise. As for misleading him, she had, but only to a limited degree.

Furious now, she marched into her office, reached for her phone and dialed Jerry’s extension. “Can you come up?”

“Yes. Is everything okay?”

“No.”

Jerry paused. “I thought things went hunky-dory with the inspector.”

“They did, as far as I know. This has to do with Alek.”

“I’ll be right up,” her brother said.

She was pacing her office with precise steps when he arrived. Julia stopped, angry with herself, feeling close to tears and not understanding why.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his concern evident in his eyes.

“I…there’s a problem.”

“With what?”

“Whom,” she corrected. “Aleksandr Berinski.”

Jerry frowned, then sighed with resignation. “What’s he done?”

“Everything… Listen, I don’t want to get into this. Let me make this as plain and simple as I can. I think it’s time he moved out of the condo. One of us has to and it’s either him or me.”

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“You want Alek out of your condo?” Jerry repeated.

“You heard me the first time,” she said impatiently. “Our marriage has been sanctioned by the government. What reason do we have to continue this charade?”

“Julia…”

She’d heard that tone all too often. “Jerry, I’m not in any mood to argue with you.” She walked around her desk and claimed her seat. Reaching for a file from her in-basket, she opened it. “I’ll leave the arrangements in your hands.”

“Do you plan to talk this over with Alek?”

She hadn’t thought of that. “It…won’t be necessary. He’ll get the picture once he hears from you.”

“I won’t do it.”

Her brother’s refusal caught her attention as nothing else could have. “What do you mean, you won’t do it?”

“First, I won’t have you treating Alek as though he’s…some pest you’re trying to get rid of.”

“It wouldn’t be like that,” she insisted, realizing even as she spoke that Jerry was right. She couldn’t treat Alek this way.

“Secondly,” her brother said, “it’d be crazy to throw everything away now. You think that just because you’ve passed some interview with an Immigration official, you’re in the clear. Think again, Julia. That’s exactly the kind of thing the government’s expecting.”

“They won’t know.”

“Don’t count on it. They make it their business to know.”

“Jerry, please.” She rarely pleaded with her brother. “The man’s impossible.… I’ve done my duty. What more do you expect of me?”

“Alek is your husband.”

“You’re beginning to sound just like him! He frightens me.… He makes me feel things I don’t want to feel. I’m scared, Jerry, really scared.” Close to tears, she covered her mouth, fearing she’d break down.

“I don’t know what to do,” Jerry said with a sympathetic shrug. “I wish I did, for your sake. Alek’s, too.”

With nothing left to say, he returned to his own office.

Her mood didn’t improve when two hours later Alek unexpectedly showed up. He walked into her office without waiting for her assistant to announce him. Julia happened to be on the phone at the time and she glanced up, irritated by the intrusion. Alek glared at her, and every minute she delayed appeared to infuriate him further.

He began to pace, pausing every other step to turn and scowl in her direction.

Julia finished her conversation as quickly as she could without being rude—and without letting him believe he was intimidating her.

“You wanted something?” she asked calmly as she replaced the receiver.

Anger was etched on his features. “Yes, I do. I understand you spoke to Jerry this morning about one of us moving. I want to know what’s going on in that head of yours.”

Julia folded her hands on her desk. “It seemed the logical thing to do.”

“Why?”

She stood, feeling at a distinct disadvantage sitting. “It makes sense. The only reason we were living together was for show because—”