Chapter 397

Dayana and I made our way through the back halls of the hotel and surreptitiously found ourselves a spot near the front doors. Ash spotted us and gave us a grimace and a smirk, acknowledging that we wanted to get a look at this lady who was about to make our lives more difficult. And we weren’t the only ones - I noticed at least two extra members of the security staff loitering around, and a woman from housekeeping. And those were just the other staff I noticed.

Everyone knew by now that we were going to have an ‘indefinite’ resident at the Vaso who hadn’t been there before. And we all wanted to know what we were about to be dealing with.

“So this woman is twice-widowed,” Dayana murmured to me. “And somehow caught the eyes of a wealthy Kuwaiti prince. I could see mistress being a possibility, I guess, but marriage? How the hell he convinced his father this is a good idea, I can’t tell you. A Russian widow?”

“Hey,” I said. “You’re the one with the back line to a member of the board. I just work here.”

She snorted a little and smirked at me. I noticed Ash stiffen a little, correcting his posture as she stepped more central to the front doors of the hotel.

“Here she comes,” I murmured, and we both did our best to stare without looking like we were staring.

Four women came in through the front doors, three in a group and one trailing behind. The first three were all in their thirties, and I got money vibes from all of them.

The first one through the door was a brunette with dark, long hair hanging straight in what I could only describe as a classic Russian look from the movies. It framed her face symmetrically and highlighted her big, piercing eyes and plush lips, along with her sharp jawline. Whether it was excellent Russian genetics or some plastic surgery, it was hard to tell. Those lips were in a neutral position, not smiling and not quite frowning, pressed firmly together, and her makeup was flawless in its dark maroon from her lips to her eyeshadow.

Where it was fairly obvious she’d had some work done is her figure. She was medium height, boosted a bit by her expensive strappy heels, and despite having slightly broad shoulders her bust didn’t match her build. She had big, high and firm tits that were clearly after-market add ons - and she was showing them off in what looked like an outfit I would have expected in some sort of a late-60s or early-70s movie with busty hippies. Her top was a knit or crocheted bikini top in brown with lots of tassels that fell around her hourglass figure - she was technically well covered, but the hints of vision of her stomach, sides and back were strong, and the amount of cleavage she was showing to either side of the decent-coverage cups was still significant. It was paired with a pair of high-waisted and high-legged jean shorts that didn’t show off any ass cheek, but definitely hugged her shapely caboose tightly.