Page 25 of Innocent Bratva Twins

Her nails are painted black, too.Perfectly beautiful.Every inch of her is perfectly beautiful.

“You look incredible,” I lean close and whisper against her ear.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she sasses back at me. “A girl couldalmostthink you were a gentleman.”

I chuckle.

“Cheeky little rabbit, aren’t you. You know, girls with smart mouths usually get spanked to teach them not to have such an attitude,” I warn her as a current of desire pulses through me.

“Mm. Well, no one has ever given me that lesson before, so my attitude is very much intact.”

My cock is twitching, and I’m convinced that in the next minute she’ll be able to feel it against her.

I lean away from her, looking down at her and searching my mind for a reason to walk away.Anything. I have to create distance between us. Maybe I should tell her I forgot I had to catch up with a client. Or say I’m going to get us another drink. I just need to get away.

But as soon as our eyes lock, those green pools of enticement—so beautiful, so captivating, I’m sinking into her like quicksand—I can’t think of anything except kissing her.

I lean a little closer.

My eyes are on her lips now. She’s painted them with a caramel tint, and they look luscious and soft.

My lips part, and I feel her breath against my skin.

“Nico, can I cut in and steal a dance with the boss, too?”

Someone’s hand brushes over my arm. My heart spins in panic when I realize what’s happening.

I was about to kiss Serafina, in front ofeveryone, inpublic.

In front of almosteveryemployee who works for me.

I step away from her towards the voice.

“Olivia. Of course,” I say, my heart still racing as I throw Serafina a tight, awkward smile. She smiles back at me.

“I’m going to grab a drink. Enjoy the music,” she says quickly, and then turns to hurry away, her cheeks flushing pink.

Olivia steps into my arms, and immediately, it’s uncomfortable. She’s a beautiful girl. Probably my type. But she’s not Serafina and never will be.

We dance stiffly, professional and boring—exactly how I should have been dancing with Serafina. Who am I fucking kidding? I shouldn’t have been dancing with Serafina at all.

I glance in her direction every chance I get as I maneuver over the dance floor with Olivia.

She’s talking to some people over at the bar. Men and women. But her eyes keep drifting towards me as well.

This is a dangerous game I’m playing.

What if I had lost control and kissed her?

What if Olivia hadn’t interrupted me?

My brothers might have seen it, but worse, it would have sparked rumors and whispers throughout the entire office. Shit I don’t have time to deal with.

My professional, controlled nature would be put into question.

The last person the boss wants to be caught kissing is his much younger assistant.

I don’t do things like this.