Page 62 of Secret Bratva Baby
“I’ll have you know that I can track down any piece of information in a matter of seconds. I know where everything is in that place.”
I nod, narrowing my eyes, teasing him with my disbelief.
“Mm. You’ll see. My system is brilliant,” he muses, catching on to my smile.
At the little restaurant down the road from the warehouse, they apparently serve the best fish and chips in the city. Luka is sitting with his chair right up against mine, his thigh pressing against my leg beneath the table. He pulled my seat into this position to show me something on his phone, but then he didn’t move me away again, and we’re sitting comfortably close to each other.
Luka is stealing my admiration, piece by piece, day by day.
During the day, he teaches me, always patient, always taking the time to explain things as many times as I need him to.
He teaches me about the business from every angle he can think of and lets me choose which aspects I’m comfortable being involved in. He helps me with the paperwork until I have a strong grasp of what needs to be done, then he leaves me to do it, only helping me when I need him to check my work.
“You’re doing really well, Rose,” he says, scanning down the schedule I made for the following week.
He grins, catching a mistake.
“This driver…” he points to a booked slot.
“Mm?”
“He can’t be in two places at once, you see.”
I grab the paper back from him. “Don’t tell me. I’ll figure it out. I learn better if I can figure it out myself.” I smile, walking back to my desk.
Luka watches me walk away. I note the sense of desire in his gaze.
It immediately spikes my desire, and my cheeks glow pink.
I hurry to sit down, lowering my face to focus on the document.
But Luka is still watching me.
“I can’t work with you staring at me like that,” I giggle.
He leans back in his chair, folding his thick arms across his chest. “I was wondering…” he says, a smirk drifting onto his face.
“What were you wondering?” I sigh, dropping my pen and raising my brows at him. He’s got something on his mind, and he’s not going to leave me in peace until he gets it out.
“What are you doing tomorrow night?” he asks.
“Um. Nothing?” I knot my brows.
“Would you go to a party with me?”
“Are you asking me out on a date, Luka Andreev?” I tease him, then regret calling it a date and press my lips together, embarrassed. I don’t want him to think I’m being pushy or desperate or needy.
“I am.” He nods, his eyes tightening on me. “Are you saying yes?”
I nod. “I would love to go to a party with you, but I don’t have anything to wear.”
“That’s easy to sort out. After you’ve found your mistake, we’ll leave early and stop at the mall on the way home.”
I grin and turn my attention back to the document in front of me. My heart is dancing in my chest.
***
At the mall, Luka is a lot more involved in choosing my dress than I expected him to be. He’s making me model different options and commenting on whether or not they bring out my eyes or are worthy of my curves. I have no doubt that this man is attracted to me. I wish I knew if it was anything more than that.
