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Ilya Rozanov could be such an idiot sometimes.
Unlike Svetlana Vetrova, who was, of course, a genius.
She was also very good at reading people.
And she was especially good at reading Ilya Rozanov, whether he would be willing to admit it or not.
Like who was he kidding, responding “he’s very good” when she said “you know he’s gorgeous and you know he’s good”?
As if, Ilya.
As Svetlana sat alone at home with a cup of tea later that evening, she thought through what she knew:
1) Ilya was dating someone he called Jane
2) Ilya had never dated anyone for this long before
3) Ilya was almost definitely in love with Jane
4) Svetlana strongly suspected that “Jane” was really a man
5) Ilya spent a lot of time trying extra hard to pretend that he didn’t care about Shane Hollander
6) But she’d caught him watching Shane’s highlight clips at least three times in the last year
7) And sometimes he had a fond smile on his face when he mentioned Shane, but only for a split second before he carefully schooled his expression back to casual indifference
8) He was always happier when he came home from Montreal. Always.
9) He’d been in a funk for weeks and had clammed up when she’d brought up Shane Hollander dating Rose Landry
And Svetlana wasn’t dumb. She hadn’t pressed the issue. But she knew she was right.
She also knew Ilya would never tell her.
Okay so her options were:
1) Pretend she didn’t know (exhausting)
2) Talk to Ilya about it (impossible)
3) Fix it for him
Option 3 was the only real option. She couldn’t fix Shane being an MHL player. That they would just have to live with. But she was pretty sure she could fix the Rose Landry part. She would just have to break them up.
She’d done this once before for a different friend. Seduced a guy to break a couple up so that her friend could get his happily ever after with that guy’s now-ex.
She’d never tried it with a straight woman before, but how hard could it be?
Svetlana was hot. She didn’t need anyone to tell her that to believe it, though of course they always did. It was simply a fact as clear as the fact that the sky was blue or the grass was green. Or that Ilya Rozanov was in love with Shane Hollander.
Okay, so she had to seduce Rose Landry.
That couldn’t be too hard.
She was a famous movie star currently filming in Montreal. How hard could she be to find?
-
Four days later
Svetlana had only been in Montreal for about an hour before she got what she needed from Instagram.
Rose Landry had been spotted with her co-stars in a club in Montreal.
And Shane Hollander wasn’t there.
Of course he wasn’t, he was in San Francisco for a game. She’d waited four days to head to Montreal specifically so that he couldn’t get in the way.
Excellent. Clubs were her specialty; she could pick up anyone in a club. The sexy lighting, the thumping beat, the writhing bodies, she’d never failed. Of course she could seduce Rose Landry in a club.
Twenty minutes later, she showed up to the club in her slinkiest tiny black lace dress, five-inch heels, and giant hoop earrings. She left the furs back at the hotel as she showed up alone in a cab with nothing but a clutch and her confidence.
She had a drink in her hand – that she absolutely did not pay for – and about thirty compliments within five minutes, but she left all of the admirers behind in search of Rose Landry.
She was easy to spot in the middle of the dance floor, next to her co-star Miles. Also hot, but gay. Not a good contender for a threesome. Just Rose, then.
Rose was in a pink silk top that hung loosely from her shoulders, with an artful but not overly suggestive amount of cleavage showing. She had on tight black designer jeans and black flats. She was wearing jewelry, but it was understated: a simple gold necklace and matching gold bracelet that glittered under the lights. But Rose Landry didn’t need opulence to stand out.
Miles was in a tight cream-colored V-neck shirt and jeans.
Svetlana made her way over that way slowly, slinking through the crowd swinging her hips in a way that got the attention of just about everyone, man or woman, gay or straight. Svetlana knew her appeal. She kept her eyes trained on Rose and didn’t make eye contact with anyone in her wake. She liked knowing that they knew that they were beneath her notice.
She stopped a few meters away from Rose and paused to really dance. She let her hands raise and lower, moved her shoulders and hips to the beat, and let her hands drift along her body in a sultry way.
For a few minutes, it seemed like she had the attention of everyone in the room except the one person she wanted. A handful of guys approached her, but she waved them away. She was on a mission.
Eventually Rose’s eyes found hers. Svetlana made eye contact and opened her mouth just a little, eyes hooded. She brought her hand to her neck and then ran it slowly down the center of her chest, even as she moved her hips.
Rose Landry watched with wide eyes and a slightly dropped jaw for a moment, frozen, before nodding at her once and turning back to Miles. Svetlana thought she could see a light flush to her cheeks even under the club lights.
Excellent.
Svetlana kept dancing, and kept her eyes on Rose. She stayed close, on a line so that there was no one between them, and made sure that Rose could see her all she wanted.
Rose looked back at her once, then twice, then a third time. Her eyes positively raked over Svetlana’s body the third time. Along the slinky black dress, up her curves, and all the way to her artfully disheveled hair. She wasn’t just looking, she was looking.
This wouldn’t even be that hard.
Maybe she wasn’t even straight.
Rose kind of nodded again, and Svetlana made her way over, holding Rose’s gaze as she drew her in.
“Hi,” Svetlana said.
“Hi,” Rose replied.
“I’ll be right back,” Miles told Rose, leaning in close and practically yelling over the music, but Svetlana was close enough to hear. He held up his drink and pointed to hers.
Rose shook her head, holding up a half full drink, and Miles went to get a drink for himself.
“I’m Svetlana,” Svetlana purred.
“Rose,” Rose said.
“I knooooow,” Svetlana said, drawing the word out while her eyes ran down and then back up Rose’s body. “You’ve even sexier than I thought you’d be. Incredible.”
Rose smiled.
“I have a boyfriend,” Rose told her, leaning in, and there was something almost regretful in her voice.
“Oh, I don’t think that boyfriend can satisfy you the way I can,” Svetlana told her, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
Rose’s eyebrows pulled together.
“Do you…know him? Do you know Shane?”
And there it was, confirmation of exactly what Svetlana would have imagined.
“I know a friend of his,” Svetlana told her, “I haven’t met Shane himself.”
“Oh,” Rose said. “A friend. Um,” and then she looked around at the club. They’d stopped dancing to hear each other over the music. “Do you want to go somewhere we can talk?” She looked around furtively, like there was any way that anyone could understand what she was saying.
Svetlana nodded.
She
Svetlana nodded and followed her from the dance floor into the VIP area behind a rope. She and her friends had left all of their stuff at a table that was clearly reserved for them for the evening, but there was no one else present now.
“You know…a friend…of Shane’s?” she asked.
“I do,” Svetlana said. She took the seat on the bench next to Rose, and put a hand on her knee. “And I know he could never satisfy you the way that I can. You would settle for that, when you can have…more?”
Rose looked around.
“It’s not settling exactly,” Rose said, but her face was flushed and she was staring at Svetlana’s hand. “And we’re not exclusive…”
“Oh, is that so?” Svetlana asked, leaning in slightly and moving her hand up Rose’s knee a little.
“But I do think he’s not the right person for you. He needs…someone else. And I think so do you.”
“Oh?” Rose asked, a little breathless, “And what do I need?”
“I think you need a woman who knows exactly what women need to feel good. Men can try, but no one knows women’s bodies like other women.”
Rose nodded tightly. Her hand came down on top of Svetlana’s and held it, almost like it was to ground her.
“Have you ever?” Svetlana purred.
“Once or twice,” Rose said, “But it wasn’t….it wasn’t right for me…then.”
As Rose kept holding on with Svetlana leaning in, and the flush in her cheeks rose higher, Svetlana knew exactly what she meant. It wasn’t right then, but it could be right now.
“I think you need someone better attuned to your needs. Those women, and Shane Hollander, are not that person.”
“No,” Rose breathed.
“Let me show you what Shane Hollander can’t give you.”
The music thrummed around them, somewhat less than on the dance floor, and the lights bounced and flickered around the club in a way that screamed sex, and Rose nodded.
And Svetlana got ready for a thrilling night.
-
Twelve hours later, Svetlana left Rose’s hotel room with a hickey and a promise that Rose knew just how much she and Shane weren’t right for each other.
And Rose’s number saved to her phone.