Page 48 of Sexting My Bratva Boss

My hand shakes as I make another call.

Audrey picks up, sounding sleepy. “Are you okay?” I ask.

“’m fine,” she murmurs, making something in me go soft at the airy sound of her voice. “Just tired. I took a nap.”

“I’ll be there in an hour,” I tell her. “Be ready.”

At the house, I gesture for the driver to remain in the car and open the back door myself. Audrey comes down the walkway, curious and wary all at once.

She looks gorgeous with her hair up in a tight bun, her thighs shown off in workout pants and a long sweater accentuating the color of her eyes.

Before she can duck into the car, I take her hand and turn her slowly, eyes dragging over her body.

“You’re stunning,” I murmur, satisfaction setting in at the rise of a blush on her chest.

“Thank you.” She sways forward, then seems to catch herself, sliding into the SUV. “Where are we going?”

Was she going to kiss me?

My gaze drops to her lips.

Would I let her?

It’s the one thing I’ve held back from. I’ll do anything, everything else to her—but kiss her.

“You’ll see.”

The driver pulls away, heading for the city. Audrey watches the suburbs go by and I watchher,looking for any sign that my plan might have taken root.

But she looks… gorgeous, as ever. No different than the first day I saw her. What would there be to look for? From what I’ve read, Audrey would notice the very first signs, and she hasn’t mentioned anything.

We pull up to a lavender and black Victorian on the outskirts of the city. It’s been impeccably restored, and the windows reflect the fluttering leaves of the trees. A sign out front readsThe Vyatka Group,and when Audrey turns to me quickly, I know she recognizes the name.

It was one of the accounts she used to oversee.

“This is where you’ll work,” I explain. “It’s a short drive from the house, as you’ve seen. One of my men will pick you up every morning at 8 a.m. Your day will end at 3 p.m.” My eyes sweep over her, still hoping for a sign. “I want you to rest, not to overwork yourself. Understand?”

Her brows furrow, lips pursed, and I almost wish she’d stolen that kiss earlier.

“Um, Konstantin… I’m not a realtor.”

I point out the second floor of the building, explain that it’s office space for my staff to rotate through as needed. “But you will have a dedicated office. Anything you need. If you’d like to start planning today, here is the number of the office manager. She’ll get whatever you want.”

Audrey lunges across the car, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I sit stock still for a moment, then let my arm slide around her waist, breathing in her scent: that vanilla, citrus, spice that stirs something in me.

I find myself longing for her bed at the country house. I’ve started to think of it asourbed, the one place I truly lose myself. In her, in the possibility of a future.

A tap on the privacy glass starts the car moving again. As we drive through the city, Audrey listens, enrapt, as I explain her duties as the accountant for the auction house. There’s a brightness I haven’t seen, a fire in her, since she confronted me at the Spire.

Thisis what I should’ve done all along: whatever it takes to make her happy. I find more satisfaction in her thorough questions and the way she squeezes my hand than the millions of dollars that roll into my accounts.

“Wait…”

The car stops and she realizes where we are. For a moment, something like fear flashes in her eyes. The Dog Ear’s banner flutters in the autumn breeze, and Audrey doesn’t move when the driver opens the door.

I get out, walk around to her side, and hold out a hand.

“You never finished shopping that day. I’d like to buy you whatever you want.”