Page 40 of Masked Seduction
Mikail whistles low under his breath. “Looks like you’ve upgraded your hospitality, Abram.”
I nod toward her. “This is my new assistant. Jenna Ridley.”
Denis steps forward first, all easy charm. “Pleasure to meet you, Jenna. I’m Denis. This is Mikail.”
She shakes their hands, polite and poised. There’s a subtle flicker of recognition behind her eyes, and before I can speak, Denis beats me to it.
“Our wives will be thrilled to meet you.”
Jenna smiles. “I’ve met them, actually. They recommended me for the job.”
Mikail laughs. “Did they now?” There’s amusement in his tone, like an inside joke she hasn’t caught up to yet.
Jenna tilts her head, clearly confused. I watch the curiosity flicker in her gaze. The way her lips part slightly, like she’s about to ask a question but decides to hold back.
Smart girl. Observant and beautiful.
I settle into my chair at the head of the table, motioning for them to take their seats.
“Let’s get down to business,” I announce.
Jenna straightens like a string’s been pulled. “I’ll just grab my iPad.”
I shake my head. “No.”
She waits a beat, expecting an explanation.
“I’ve decided I don’t want anything written down. Not for this one. I won’t need you to sit in after all.”
“No need to produce evidence,” Denis adds with a smirk. “Makes the Feds jobs harder.”
She gives a tight nod. “Understood. Would you like me to serve the coffee before I step out?”
Mikail lifts a hand, dismissive. “We’re good, thanks.”
Jenna nods again, gives a polite smile to both men, and heads toward the door. I catch the faintest trace of her perfume as she passes—vanilla, with just a hint of coconut. Heat flickers low in my gut once again.
As the door clicks shut behind her, Denis lets out a low whistle. “She’s stunning.”
Mikail laughs. “Tatiana and Anya knew exactly what they were doing, huh?”
I raise a brow.
“Come on,” Mikail continues, smirking. “You think your sisters picked her because she’s got administrative experience?”
“She’s got plenty of experience,” I reply, smiling slightly.
That gets both of them. Denis snorts, nearly choking on his own spit.
Mikail just stares at me. “No shit?”
I don’t elaborate. I simply sit back, letting the grin linger for a second before shaking my head.“Alright, I’ve said too much.”
They laugh again, loud and full-bellied.
Once the amusement fades, I lean forward, resting my forearms on the table. “Let’s get to business. Talk to me.”
Denis is the first to shift gears, always quicker than Mikail. “We’ve got new activity in Agosti territory. Or, what used to be Agosti territory.”
