Dima looked at Adele's small frame, aghast almond shaped blue-eyes, straight nose, and full lips, and he confirmed that she was objectively thin but an attractive woman.
It had only been for a second, but it had felt like everything around them had frozen and fallen silent. Adele's bueatiful doe-like eye blinked at Ilya, but his daze lasted only for a moment before she apolozied and mistook Dima for Ilya.
Dima chuckled with a hint of evil sparkling in his eyes. He saw Ilya acting strange in front of her. And Ilya had been giving a hard time to Dima ever since that fight at the club, Dima thought how this is a great opportunity to get even.
"Oh, I don't mind at all, Miss. Please, have your conversation." and he grinned at Ilya, setting his naughty ass over his chair.
"Sit", Ilya ordered in a voice that didn't allow for further arguments.
Seeing Ilya being compliant, Dima wanted to test how far this act will go.
