Page 31 of Bratva's Intern

His gaze flicked over me. “What else?”

I floundered. My entire body floundered. “I-I don’t?—”

He gave a slow, mocking tilt of his head. “You think I make a habit of sleeping with my personal assistant?”

I opened my mouth. Then closed it.

“But I’m not your personal assistant.”

“Now you are.” He checked his watch. “Take the rest of the week off. I want you to start fresh on Monday. You report immediately to Archie, who will prep you to take over the position.”

My jaw slackened. “B-b-but that’s an important job. I can’t do it.”

“Youwilldo it, and you’ll do it well.”

“But why? Is it because I saved your life today? Because I don’t expect anything for doing that.”

“Today, you stepped in front of a knife for me. It shows me I can trust you. Plus, you’re at Morozov to gain experience, aren’t you? Think of the wealth of experience you’ll have from working under me.”

I clamped my legs together. Oh boy. Why did that sound so suggestive? Was it me being horny, or was he deliberately screwing with me?

“I don’t think I’m the right person for the job,” I squeaked.

No shame existed in being upfront with him. If later he was disappointed—if later I burned down his office and he lost all his wealth because I hit delete on a very important file—it would be all his fault.

“Be on time.” He opened the door. “You already know how I take my coffee and where to get it.”

The door closed behind him, and I sagged against the bed, lay on my back, and stared up at my ceiling.

Oh man, what the hell just happened?

If Mr. Morozov had been interested in me at all, I would have held my legs open for him. I didn’t even like the man. If I were going to work directly for him, I needed to get laid, so this urge for sex didn’t strike up willy-nilly around him.

My bedroom door opened, and I sat up quickly. Oh. Just Jess. I’d thought… I shook my head.

“Jess, I’m sorry!” I scrambled to my feet. “Because of me, you got outed as trans before them. Are you okay? Did they say anything to offend you?”

She shook her head. “They behaved like gentlemen. One even apologized when his hand accidentally touched my boob. And there I was, hoping he would grope me some more.”

My jaw dropped. What happened to the outraged woman who’d been beating off a “pervert”?

“Oh, don’t give me that look.” She giggled, bouncing on the balls of her feet like a giddy teenager. “They were kind of hot after I found out they were not intruders. And they’re bodyguards. Wowza!”

“Jessica, you slut!”

“Oh, fuck off. And what you were doing with your boss in here was innocent?”

“It was!”

“Yeah, right.” She rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I may find an excuse to visit you at work more often.” She made air quotes with her fingers. “Accidentally run into those bodyguards.”

“What about your sugar Daddy?”

“I think I need to lay off the cavities for a while.”

I spluttered out a laugh. Now the excitement had dwindled down, the whole situation playing out in my head left me in stitches. “You should have seen you clinging onto Darius’s back.”

“Laugh all you want, but that man’s built different. You saw the way he managed me? Makes a girl think…”

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