“And having s*x, yes?” Polina asked, her eyes bright with amusement.
“Yes,” Bill blushed.
“Why do you go red? s*x is very enjoyable. When I am the Snow Maid, I have it as often as I can.” She flipped a hand dismissively. “This is what we will do. You will make a meal for us, and we will have a date.”
She walked up to him until her breasts brushed his chest. She laid her cold hands on the sides of his head and drew his head down until she could gently kiss the corner of his mouth.
“You see, Bill, I love you too,” she whispered into his ear.
She sat down and began to eat her breakfast.
*****
Five hours later, Bill walked in on her while she was sitting in her study. She was reading a book. One of hers, Bill thought, seeing the Cyrillic lettering on the cover.
“How does the food thing
