Page 111 of Bratva's Intern

He chuckled. “I’m heading in. Sleep as long as you want. But so you know, if you’re still in bed like this when I come home, I won’t be able to resist putting my cock here.” He stroked my wet hole. “I’m already tempted?—”

I squirmed. “Go to work, Max.”

With a sigh, he dropped his hand and stood. “Okay. I’ll see you later.”

I tried to turn my head to look at him, but my body had officially given up on functioning.

“I’ll miss you,” I whispered.

And then I drifted right back into sleep, with the scent of him on my skin, the imprint of his tongue in my ass, and my limbs tangled in his expensive sheets.

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Bright daylight poured through the curtains.

Too bright.

Too late.

I sat bolt upright, heart pounding. “Shit.”

I checked the time on my phone and winced so hard I almost pulled a muscle in my face. I was two hours late for work.

“Shitshitshitshitshit—”

I scrambled out of bed, tripped over a throw pillow, and smacked my shin on the corner of the dresser.

One night. One night in my boss’s bed and I was already taking liberties like I’d earned a permanent keycard and a corner office.

What the hell did that say about me?

Wouldn’t people think the worst of me that I was a gold digger spreading his legs for career advancement?

No.No, no.

I wasn’t doing that.

I refused to bethat guy.

My relationship with Maxim was not going to interfere with my job. Taking a day off because I’d been thoroughly fucked last night by my boss was not a good excuse. It set a bad precedent that left a bad taste in my mouth.

I should never have let Maxim go into the office without me. I paced the room, phone pressed to my ear, waiting for Jess to pick up. Voice mail. I hung up and called again. Still voice mail.

“You’re killing me, bestie,” I muttered through gritted teeth, then switched tactics and dialed Nik.

He answered on the third ring, voice thick with sleep. “Mmmph.”

“Put Jess on the phone.”

A pause. “Who says I’m with?—”

“Nik, just give Jess the damn phone.”

Some shuffling and a loud thud, followed by Jess’s muffled grumble. “You better be dying.”

“Bring me a suit from my closet.” I strode toward the bathroom. “Not any of the new ones.”

After last night, it felt wrong to wear the expensive clothes Maxim had bought me. I didn’t want to cheapen what we had with material things. I’d slept with him because I was attracted to him—the man, not the money.

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