Page 16 of Innocent Bratva Twins
But I already contact her too much. I make too many excuses to be in her company. At some point, she’s going to start thinking I’ve lost my mind.
I have, though. I’ve definitely lost my mind.
Since when am I focused on anything other than work, my duties to my family, my brothers and what they need? I’m not a selfish person by any means, but today I hardly had the energy to care that the truck had gone missing. All I wanted to do was get back to Serafina.
That’s not good.
What am I going to do about this? Because I’m realizing that it’s interfering with my day-to-day functioning.
I grin, ducking into the car and pulling the door closed behind me. Maybe I should sleep with her—get it over and done with and get rid of this obsession.
Oddly, the idea of only sleeping with her once—oh, for sure, it entices me, but I immediately know it won’t solve the problem. This isn’t just about tasting her and moving on.
She’s got a grip on me that’s much deeper than that.
The engine growls as I pull out onto the road, pressing my foot hard against the accelerator and driving faster than I should, eager to get back to the office.
Serafina shines when she’s in her element. And it turns out that her element involves challenging situations where most people would crumble. The more difficult it is, the better she seems to do, shining under pressure just like a diamond. The presentation is a perfect example. She got thrown into the deep end with the Swans, but, wow, she knocked that one out of the park. I couldn’t have done a better job myself.
There have been a number of other moments when I’ve seen her glowing and in her element. The way she handles Penelope and Jason, and how she handles issues in the office, from minor to more complicated, she says calm and treats people with respect. She’s really good at dealing with people. I think that’s why she’s excelling in this position. It makes me proud to watch her.
It also turns me on like crazy.
She’s so fucking gorgeous. And when she’s taking control of a difficult task and showing off her competence, she’s even more gorgeous.
I pull into my allocated bay in the parking garage beneath the building.
A wide smile spreads across my face in anticipation of seeing her.
She’s wearing the most beautiful red dress today. We had a presentation with a company whose corporate color is red, and she purposely dressed to complement it.
And fuck—she looks great in red. She looks great in every color she’s worn so far. Especially that white dress. Every little curve was visible, and I wasn’t able to look away.
The elevator is crowded, and I stand near the back listening to my employees chatter about their day. They greet me, smiling, polite, some of them trying to start conversations on the short ride up, but I’m lost in thought.
The lunch hour rush has us stopping on every floor as someone gets on and someone gets off.
Finally, the doors slide open and I get out on the top floor.
I don’t even go to my office; I head straight into hers to see what she’s working on.
My chest tightens when I step in.
Drake Lexington is leaning over her desk, towering over her, standing way too close as he smirks down at her.
Sera has pushed her chair away from him to create space, but she’s backed up against the wall.
“A girl like you shouldn’t be working, anyway. Your type makes pretty wives—a little arm candy. Why don’t you quit and save yourself the trouble of all this work? While you’re still young enough to impress a man like me,” Drake says, his tone not exactly playful. She stands up, keeping her cool, but obviously uncomfortable.
“What a misogynistic thing to say.” She laughs lightheartedly to cover her annoyance, brushing his stupidly aside. I can hear the agitation in her voice, but she’s hiding it well. He probably wouldn’t notice anyway.
I step into the office, ready to defend her. Drake has his back to me, but she’s seen me. She shakes her head briefly, trying to tell me she can handle this.
It takes everything in me to stop myself from grabbing the back of his jacket and pulling him away from her.
“Misogynist? No, sweetheart. Those are the facts of life. Men do business. Women run the kitchen. Can you cook? I’d love for you to come and cook something for me. I’ve got a little pink apron you can wear.”
He chuckles, and my blood boils.
