Page 3 of Innocent Bratva Twins
Her light brown hair, gold in the light, is hanging loose over her shoulders in glossed waves. She reaches up and tucks a curl behind her hair.
“If you are busy, I can wait outside?” she asks, her anxiety growing visibly. I realize I’m just staring at her and haven’t said a damned word.
I stand up, knocking my knee on the desk and swearing under my breath.
She bites her lower lip, and the gesture distracts me even more.
I glance down at my desk and grab a folder, shuffling papers around without purpose, just to pull myself together.
“Miss Brown. Sorry, I was just finishing up something important. Do you want to take a seat? I’ll be right with you.” I gesture towards the sofas in the far corner of my office.
She nods politely and makes her way there, sitting down and crossing one shapely leg over the other. I watch her, every little move seductive, feminine, and beautiful.
Fuck.
This isn’t good.
Pull yourself together, Nico.
After taking a full minute at my desk, I eventually make my way over to the sofas and sit down opposite her.
“Miss. Brown, it’s good to finally meet you.”
“Serafina,” she smiles.
I glance at her folder. Words on paper. Nothing could have prepared me for the magnificent beauty sitting opposite me right now.
“Serafina.” I smile. “I’m Nico.”
Leaning forward, I take her outreached hand and shake it. “Welcome to the office. I’m looking forward to working with you.”
“Me too,” she says, and my eyes are on her lips, perfectly sensual, light pink, plump and soft….
“Um. Where will my desk be?” she asks, and I realize I’m staring again.
Dammit.
“That’s your desk in the corner there. It’s temporary, just until the end of the week. You’ll be sharing my office for the time being because the workload is ridiculous, and your office isn’t set up. I’m sorry about this. It will be finished by Friday at the latest.”
“That’s perfect. All I need is my laptop and a space to work. I’m excited to get started. HR warned me it was extremely busy at the moment and that I needed to hit the ground running.”
She’s gorgeous, magnetic, radiant—and I can’t stop staring. I need to stop staring. I don’t think I’ve ever been thisunprofessional in my life. She’s caught me off guard, and it takes a lot to knock me into this kind of stunned silence.
I need to end this meeting—make some excuse and pull myself back together.
“Well, let’s start by getting you situated at your desk. Your profiles have been set up on your laptop. HR tells me you are familiar with the programs we use, so you can log in and settle down, and then we can go through our tasks for tomorrow. Ease into it this afternoon and kick off properly in the morning.”
“That sounds perfect.” She stands up before I do. My eyes are devouring her body as she turns her back to me and bends down to pick up her purse. Her ass forms a perfect heart shape.
Those blue stilettos match her dress.
I clear my throat and stand up as well. She turns and bumps into me. I reach out and grab her waist to steady her as her body brushes against mine, and sparks fly between us.
Her cheeks glow red. “Sorry,” she murmurs, smiling shyly.
“No problem,” I mutter, not wanting to step away from her, but forcing myself to do so.
Serafina makes her way to her temporary desk and gets to work without needing my guidance or assistance. She sits down and busies herself. She definitely isn’t someone who needs to be babied or fussed over. But I realize I’m disappointed. I want her to need me.What the hell is wrong with me?
