Page 50 of Sexting My Bratva Boss

You asked for it yourself.

I stop breathing, wishing the feeling away—the feeling of affection that’s burying itself deep inside me.

“Um, I’m going to get up,” I mumble, sliding carefully off of him and standing up.

He stares up at me, his dark brown eyes flashing caramel in the morning light.

“Audrey—”

“I just need to go to the bathroom. And I’m starting work today, I shouldn’t be late,” I say lamely, disappearing into the bathroom.

Iamstarting work today, but there’s no need to rush—it’s 6:45 a.m., and I’m pretty sure Kashmere made lunch for me.I already know there are scones, cream, and fruit downstairs. She doesn’t usually come in before noon when Konstantin stays here; I’m not sure how she knows. He must text her, or have someone reach out to her, since last night was definitely unplanned.

I stare at myself in the mirror, tousled and sleepy. My chest aches realizing that I look happy, calm, dare I say fertile? Ugh. Healthier might be more accurate; definitely healthier than I looked when I was putting up with Sal and stealing from my boss instead of sleeping with him.

With a sigh, I run the water to drown out my thoughts. Somewhere in the bedroom Konstantin is making noise, and all I can do is pray that he doesn’t come in here and make me feel all loved up. I don’t think I could take it.

Fifteen minutes later, the bedroom is empty.

“Oh,” I whisper, the air going out of me.

I should be happy he left. So why do I feel so bereft?

Dressing quickly, I wiggle into a wool pencil skirt and a simple ochre blouse. No heels today since I’m not sure if there’s an elevator in the old Victorian, and don’t want to chance narrow stairs. Nana used to work for a company in a Victorian house, and she always complained about her knees at the end of the day.

Another pang in my chest. When did I start feeling so lonely? Or rather, when did it start bothering me like this?

Downstairs, the sound of silverware makes me freeze in the foyer. I turn the corner slowly and head toward the kitchen.

Maybe Kashmeredidcome in? Maybe Konstantin was planning on leaving all along and told her to get to work.

But instead, I findhimin the kitchen, spooning cream onto a scone.

He looks up, eyes dark again and locking me in place. Something in me clenches at the look he gives me; the juxtaposition of such a hard man delicately swirling sweet cream over the baked good, a pile of strawberries in a bowl next to him.

God, I hate how much I want this.

“I don’t have time to eat,” I say, hearing the irritation in my voice and wincing internally.

Konstantin goes still. He watches me hurry to the fridge and dig around for the lunch Kashmere packed. A hummus sandwich, fresh grilled veggies making my stomach growl.

I hope he didn’t hear that…

It’s obvious when I turn around that he did. Konstantin’s eyes narrow, andthismust be how it feels to be on the receiving end of being hunted down by him—the leader of a crime syndicate.

“Did something upset you?”

His voice is frosty, forearms flexed as he leans against the counter.

“No,” I answer shortly. “I just need to get going.”

I glance out the window, but the car isn’t here yet of course. Won’t be for another forty minutes at least. There’s definitely time to eat, time to play house, time for him to fuck me right here on the counter if he wants to.

My desire for him throbs at the thought and I push it down.

“Audrey.” He catches me by the wrist, making me drop the pretty floral lunch bag. I huff and try to step away, but Konstantin pulls me close.

Not the way he did this morning, in bed.