Page 17 of Bratva's Intern

“Where are you going?”

“Out for some fresh air.”

“But we haven’t?—”

I hurried to the elevator, praying for the best, and stuck my hand between the doors before they closed. The doors slid open again, and Wren glanced up from his phone. His lopsided smile melted away, and he straightened, shoulders square, hands shoved into the pockets of his ill-fitted navy Dockers.

Jesus, he needs a better wardrobe.

I hit a button to indicate the floor I wanted. The door slid shut.

“Wren, is it?” I asked.

“Umm, yeah, I mean, yes, sir.”

Fuck.

Maybe I’d lied to Archie. Wren’s “yes, sir” went straight to my dick.

“I wasn’t here yesterday, so let me officially welcome you to Morozov’s.”

“Thank you, sir.”

In my mind flashed an image of him, kneeling in my office, his face splattered with cum while he thanked me for coming all over him.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Wanting someone I’d just met wasn’t new for me. It usually didn’t take anything to get those people into my bed, but Wren was different. He was off-limits in so many ways.

“How are you finding it?”

“It’s okay.”

“Making friends all right?” What about lovers? Did Bradley invite you over? I tugged at my tie.

“The staff is really nice. Everyone makes me feel welcome.”

“Good.”

The elevator doors dinged open. No one stood on the outside.

“Err, aren’t you getting off?”

“What?”

“This is your floor, isn’t it?”

Bloody hell. Why was I so slow today? I must still be jet lagged from my flight.

“I just remembered I need to get something. Looks like I’m going to the first floor after all.”

The doors closed again. In no time, we were on the correct floor, and we spilled out into the lobby.

“Umm, well, I have to go to the receptionist,” Wren said with a nervous laugh.

“Take care. If there’s anything that you need, don’t hesitate to let me know. My door’s always open.”And my zipper undone.

Wren couldn’t get away fast enough. I didn’t blame him. I sounded like an overeager nutjob.

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