Page 27 of Innocent Bratva Twins
“Yes, thanks,” I smile.
“You’ve been doing really well at work. I know Nico is impressed with you,” he remarks, waving the bartender down to get his attention.
“Vodka orange, and a beer for me,” he says.
“Yes, sir, right away,” the barman smiles.
Justin leans against the bar and tilts his head to the side as he looks at me. “Are you happy with the company?”
My eyes drift again towards the dance floor while I answer.
“I love it. Seriously. Not a day goes by when I don’t wake up excited to come to work. My job is incredible. There are new challenges every day, and I get to push my own limits, learn new things, and enjoy the process.” I smile, a genuine, happy smile. I mean every word of it. I wouldn’t want any other job.And I love working with Nico.
Nico is laughing with Olivia. I look back at Justin. Why is it bothering me so much to see him happy with another woman?
“And Nico?” he asks, his brows rising.
“What do you mean?” My eyes turn back to the dancefloor again. Why am I putting myself through this? Maybe I need to leave? Watching them move together, his hand on her lower back, I wonder if they have a history together? Maybe he dated her. Maybe he’sstillinvolved with her.
“Serafina?”
“Mm?”
Justin is looking at me expectantly, and I realize he’s asked me something.
“I said, you and Nico are very close,” he repeats.
My thoughts race in panic. What does he mean by that?
“We work well together,” I say, straightening my back.
“But I think it’s more than just professional—you two get on very well. You’re closer than most of the people in the office…“
His words trail off as he studies my face. I’m not sure what exactly he’s getting at, but I don’t like it.
If he’s thinking this, then other people are, too, and that means that rumors are already starting.
I giggle and wave my hand in the air. “I’ve just learned how to communicate with Nico in the best way to get work done faster.”
“Mm. Is that what it is?” Justin laughs, not convinced.
Shit.
Will something like this get Niko in trouble? Or me? Would they move me to another part of the company, or fire me completely?
I’m really playing with fire here. I have to refocus.
I move my body so that my back is facing the dance floor. I willnotwatch him anymore. He can do whatever he wants. I’ve got to be strict about this now before I sink my own ship.
I can’t be involved with my boss. I can’t be attracted to him and cause other people to notice.
I definitely don’t want to be standing by the bar with one of my bosses questioning why I’m so close to my other boss.
Biting my lip with worry, I try to focus all of my attention on the conversation with Justin. He chats about the projects we’re doing and the new offices. I listen, sip my drink, and wait for the moment when I can escape. I want to go home.
***
It’s almost midnight when I step out of the extravagant venue and into the cold night air. It’s actually a beautiful evening. It’s not as cold as it has been these last few weeks.
