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Arkady is the reckless one who makes stupid, last-minute decisions and doesn’t bother calculating the consequences.
Not me. I don’t do that.
So why have I found myself in so many situations lately where Ihavebeen doing that, every single one of those moments being with Serafina?
She’s doing things to me that make me lose control.
Chapter 8 - Serafina
The tall, elegant blonde, with legs that appear to be endless, a slender waist, gorgeous, plump breasts, red, luscious lips, perfectly curled lashes, curvy hips, and a perfect smile, is still dancing with Nico.
I’m trying so hard not to watch them, but my heart is aching with jealousy as they move around the dancefloor together.
She’s gorgeous. Like, proper, crazy beautiful. She’s exactly the type of girl who would attract a man like Nico because of her sophistication and confidence. She didn’t hesitate to ask him to dance. I wouldn’t have had the guts to do that. I was thrilled when he asked me.
And—I could be wrong, but I am sure he was about to kiss me on the dance floor.
I huff out an annoyed breath.
If he were about to kiss me, that would be insane.
I guess it’s more insane that I was going to let him. I didn’t even try and stop it when I thought it was going to happen. That is not the image I want my work colleagues to have of me, messing around with the boss—they’ll all be talking about how that’s the only reason I got the job I the first place.
Ugh. I don’t need this kind of drama in my life.
If Miss Perfect over there hadn’t interrupted us, things could have gotten really bad, really fast.
Maybe Nico’s had a few drinks?
He doesn’t look tipsy. Not in the slightest.
But that would explain his forwardness.
He was very quick to get me away from Lucas. Lucas was creepy, though. I’m happy he stepped in to put an abrupt end to that. I would have lost the guy, but it would have taken time, because I don’t know his business relationship with Nico, and I would have had to keep it diplomatic and polite, when really, I wanted to tell him to jump off a cliff.
My eyes drift back to Nico.
Oliva is pressed against his chest, looking up at him with a radiant smile on her face. He’s smiling too, his eyes turned down to her.
If he kissed her now, I’d die.
I’d crumble to the floor and curl into a ball, and cry.
I’m so pathetic.
Still crushing on my boss because I haven’t figured out a way to control myself around him.
I roll my eyes.
Justin chuckles next to me. “Why the face?” he asks.
Oh, shit. I didn’t realize he was here. He is our team manager—my other boss.
I giggle nervously. “I was just thinking about something silly,” I say, brushing it off as best I can.
“Can I get you a drink? That one looks finished.”
I glance down at my vodka and orange juice, which is basically just melted ice at this point. All of my attention has been on the dancefloor—not where it should be.
