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“I’m sorry.”
The shock his words bring stop the tears from coming.
“I told her she overstepped, and she understands. That is her way of looking out for me.” He turns to face me, now dressed again, though in a different suit. It’s beige, understated, and looks wonderful on him. Through the dress shirt it’s easy to see how good of shape he’s in, his chest like a rock, his tapered waist.
“She doesn’t trust you.”
I swallow, swinging my legs beneath me without thinking. “I understand.”
Konstantin’s eyes flicker to my now kneeing posture on the bed, and my heart thuds with fear.
I didn’t wait for him to tell me I could move.
But his gaze slides away, and he gently gathers my dress and heels, setting them on the bed. “My driver is outside. You have two choices: he will bring you home. Or you can wait until I return from dinner. You can shower, get back in bed, and wait for me to come back.”
He takes my chin in his hand, searching my face.
“I’ll have more time to make this… worth your while.”
His lips curl with the promise, beard ghosting my jaw as he lays a kiss just below my ear.
Konstantin Martynov disappears from the room, leaving me in the dark.
I should go home. Clean up. Curl up with my books.
But I know that I’ll stay. He’s like a drug and I’ll let him destroy me, if only for the moments he makes me feel sublime.
Chapter 12
Konstantin
Olena sits on the edge of my desk, both of us watching the small screen that reflects the accountants’ room.
Only minutes ago, we were discussing the operations branch of the business. Specifically, increasing the size of weapons shipments coming into Atlanta now that we’ve bought off law enforcement there.
Olena is sharp, though, and caught the way I kept glancing at my door. Flexing my hand. Rubbing my thigh.
“You’re like a horny teenager,” she chastises, annoyed. “Can’t you think of anything else?”
“It’ll be over,” I promise her, “when there’s a child. Then we can move on.”
It’s a promise I’m not sure I can keep, though, as I stare at Audrey on the screen. Specifically, at the way her shapely calves are crossed.
I’ve taken her almost every single night for the past week. First, in my townhouse. But I’ve since made the trip to the country house every night, almost cancelling plans on Tuesday to see her. Instead, I showed up close to one in the morning, woke her with my cock on her lips.
“You have to do it.”
My gut twists with something like anxiety.
But I don’t get anxious. Not over anything; declaring a man dead, killing him myself, torching a business that rebels.
Certainly not firing someone.
“She’s good at what she does Olena.”
“Right. Aside from stealing.”
Her eyes go flat at my grin. “We are in the business of stealing. Perhaps she’s only doing as she’s taught.”