Page 99 of Bratva's Intern

Crap.

I scrambled to come up with something that didn’t sound likeMaxim is screwing me and he’s not only paying for a driver for me but bought these clothes too. “Oh. Well, I’m Maxim’s PA now. So… sometimes I get a driver. It’s a work thing.”

Bradley frowned. “Maxim’s last PA didn’t have a driver.”

“That was… before,” I said, sweating internally. “New procedures?”

Smooth, Wren. Real smooth.

“Right.” Bradley sounded unconvinced. “Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Definitely,” I said way too quickly. “Bye!”

I practically ran for the car. Nik opened the back door for me with a smirk that said he’d heard every word.

I climbed in and froze.

“Hi, babycakes,” Jess chirped, lounging in the seat with her sunglasses on like she was a movie star.

“What are you doing here?” I glanced around the spacious back seat. “Were you and Nik making out in here?”

“Maybe.” She popped her gum. “But that’s a bonus. I’m here to help you, obviously.”

“Help me?”

I wasn’t aware I’d sent out an SOS.

“Tonight is a big deal, and you are not walking into Maxim’s arms in basic briefs. We’re going shopping.”

“For…?”

“Lingerie, sweetie. We’re talking lace and silk and straps.. Something that says ‘take me apart disrespectfully.’”

“I think the saying isrespectfully.”

“Ain’t nothing respectful about what I’m hoping Maxim does to you tonight.” She laughed so hard Nik couldn’t help joining in.

“Hey, you work for me!” I reminded him. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“It’s none of my business, Wren,” he said. “But I’d listen to Jess. She knows… stuff.”

“I bet she does.”

“Listen to the man, sweetie.” Jess patted my thigh. “Anyone who can make a man come multiple times in one night is practically the Picasso of Pounding. I won’t steer you wrong, so get that stick out of your ass and make room for Maxim’s?—”

“God, I hate you.” I buried my face in my hands.

“And you know what? I’m fine with that because I’m betting you a hundred dollars that tomorrow you’ll be singing about how much you love me.”

“Shouldn’t you have your hands full sleeping with two different men?” I asked. “Where do you find the time to also meddle in my love life?”

“Wren, you’re my dearest friend in the world. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t help you get absolutely wrecked at least once in your lifetime?”

I grimaced. “If you ask me, that sounds painful.”

“In theory, it might, but in practice…” She let out a moan that was scandalous. Nik was practically salivating from the driver’s seat, tugging at the front of his pants.

Now I was trapped in a car with my horny friend and one half of the men she was boning, it seemed. Why couldn’t I be like her and Bradley? They made sharing seem so easy, but the thought of Maxim with someone else made me feel sick to my stomach.

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