Page 9 of Sexting My Bratva Boss
Chrissy glances at me over the rim of her glass. When the bartender moves away just a bit, she asks, “Want to grab a booth? A bit more privacy?”
I nod, carefully pick up the stem glass, and the two of us wind our way across the bar to a corner booth. Sinking into the seat, the scent stirs something in me… the smell of leather.
Mr. Martynov’s belt in his hand.
The way he bent me over the desk, lingered behind me like a predator.
I take a shaky sip, and then another. “I really, really don’t want to see Sal tonight. Sorry—is it okay if we make this quick?”
“Yeah, of course. But Audrey… it seems like things haven’t been going great between you two. Maybe it’s time to break it off?”
The wine buzzes on my tongue as I let it warm in my mouth, shaking my head. “Mm. Trust me. That would be more disastrous than just avoiding him.”
Chrissy snorts. “He can’t bethatgood in bed, Aud, even if he is pretty.”
That makes me laugh. “You’re right. Actually, Sal is kind of… um, selfish is the nice way to put it, I guess. Or focused. But only on himself.”
“Aren’t they all,” Chrissy mutters, and we both giggle into our glasses.
“I don’t know,” I sigh, leaning back. “It might be a bit complicated to end things with him now when everything at work is getting messy. I need Mr. Martynov to trust me again and not fire me.”
“He would never, Aud. There’s areasonyou were promoted, you know.”
“Yeah, well, if Duscha can keep her job with that sour look she always has on her face, maybe I have a chance.”
“I don’t know why she has it out for you. Have you ever said anything bad about her? To Mr. Martynov?”
“No, never. Trust me, we barely talk when I’m in that office. Or at least he barely talks. I run through the report, keep my eyes on the papers, and then he gestures for me to leave. That’s it.”
Chrissy smirks.
I know what’s coming even before she says it, because Chrissy has had this theory for so long.
“I think he went easy on you because he’s got a thing for you, Audrey. You know—a littleforbidden office romanceon the mind.”
I can’t help smiling, it’s such a ridiculous idea.
“You’re reading too many of those books. Trust me, a man like Konstantin Martynov isn’t at all interested inromance.”
“Okay. That’s still not a problem though, right? I mean, if you just have to fuck your way out of this problem, there are worse things.”
“Chris!”
I lunge across the booth, tipsily moving to cover her mouth with my hand as she cackles. We’re drawing attention from the bartender as well as the patrons that have started to settle into nooks and tables.
The wine caught up to me faster than I realized. For starters, I’m terrified that the bartender really might’ve let Sal know I’m here, and that he’ll appear at any moment and hear Chrissy talking about me fucking my boss.
That wouldnotgo over well. Sal has been… volatile lately. And while it hasn’t escalated to physical fights yet, the last time he was over he smashed one of my Nana’s Roseville Dogwood vases. It was priceless, both in terms of actual money and nostalgia. I cried for days.
“Okay, I think we’re done here,” I chastise, but give her a smile so she knows I’m not actually mad.
More than anything I’m distracted.
By thoughts of my boss… because what are the chances that Chris is right? What else would explain why he let me walk out of his office today, knowing I’ve stolen from him?
No onesteals from Konstantin Martynov.
Which means he’s brainstorming a new level of punishment for me, or Chris is right, and he has a soft spot for me.