Page 67 of Sexting My Bratva Boss
“It’s the hormones,” I say flatly.
“Of course,” he agrees. “Pregnancy does strange things to women. Makes them territorial. Possessive. Sometimes they want to…claimtheir mate.”
My face heats. “You’re not a wolf, Konstantin.”
“No.” His gaze drops to my belly. “But you are,malen'kiy volk.”
“Don’t say it like that.”
“Why not? You’re the one snarling at poor Olena. Who, by the way…” he adds, brushing a thumb under my chin, “prefers women.”
I blink. “She does?”
He nods, and his grin turns downright wicked. “She prefersbrunettes, actually. You should be careful.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Yes,” he says shortly.
My hand twitches. I want to slap him. Or kiss him. Possibly both.
“Don’t you have an empire to run?”
He sighs. “Yes. But you make it very difficult to focus when you come in smelling like citrus and bad intentions. Did you really need to see me, little wolf, or were you just looking for an excuse? Is there something I can…” his fingers drag down my side, “…do for you?”
I ignore that and turn on my heel.
Behind me, I hear him murmur something in Russian again—something amused and low—and I nearly trip as I leave his office, jaw tight, chest full of fury and something else I can’t name.
Possessive.That’s what he said.
He’s not wrong. I hated seeing him close to someone else. I hated the idea that Olena, of all people, could be close to him in ways I can’t. At this moment, in a storm of emotion, I’m both thrilled by his words and very, very aware of the gulf between us.
Konstantin Martynov comes from a different world. He’s unknowable, no matter how many nights he spends by my side. No matter how many times he’s claimed me as his.
Chrissy’s waiting by the elevators.
She gives me a look, eyes bouncing between me and the closed office door. “You okay?”
I lie, embarrassed at the truth. “Fine.”
She hesitates. “You know you don’t have to pretend around me, right? With Mr. Martynov making it obvious that you two are…”
I wait for her to finish, a tired smile on my face, but she grasps for words desperately. Nods at my belly. As awkward as this is, I can tell by the twinkle in her eye that she’s also excited for me.
“I’m not. Pretending, I mean. Sorry Chris—I’m just tired. This,” I gesture at my ever-swelling belly, “is pretty exhausting. Just a warning.”
She tilts her head. “Right. I’m two double shifts away from accidentally laundering a mafia slush fund.”
I stare at her.
She sighs. “That wasn’t a joke.”
My stomach drops. “What?”
Chrissy glances around. The hallway’s quiet. Lev’s nowhere in sight. She grabs my arm and pulls me closer.
“I found something, Aud. Somethingbad. Someone’s been accessing accounts they shouldn’t be in. High-level stuff—stuff even I don’t have clearance for. It’s subtle, but I noticed a few flags while I was reconciling the Petrovia spreadsheet.”
