Page 4 of Innocent Bratva Twins
Sitting down at my desk, I pretend to be busy with an email, but my eyes are constantly drifting in her direction.
My reaction to her is confusing, unexpected, and worrying. She’s fucking incredible. But how can I know that after meeting her for the first timeeverright now?
She’s nothing like I expected. My professional walls practically collapsed at the sight of her, and I need to put them back up immediately.
I better tell them to hurry the fuck up and get her office ready.
Chapter 2 - Serafina
Early on Friday morning, Nicole stands as I walk past reception. She still makes me nervous, even though I’ve been working here for a full week already; I can’t figure out if she likes me or not. She doesn’t seem to like anyone, not even Nico. But at least she’s polite to him.
I’ve never seen someone stand up so straight before. She always looks uncomfortable.
I’m supposed to ask her whenever I want coffee, but I’m too terrified to ask her for anything.
Yesterday, I wasted an hour after work looking for contact details when it would have taken Nicole two seconds to e-mail them to meif I’d been brave enough to ask her. She’s terrifying. I tell myself it’s nothing personal and do my best to pretend not to notice her abruptness when I interact with her.
“Serafina,” she snaps, rigid and cold. As though my name was an insult.
“Hi, Nicole. How are you this morning?” I greet her with a wide smile, shifting the weight of my laptop bag from one hand to the other.
“Fine. Yes. Your office is officially ready. Donotdisturb Mr. Andreev. Go directly to your own office,” she demands.
“That’s great news. Thanks so much. I’m looking forward to seeing it.”
“Yes.”
She stares at me.Yes what?I don’t bother asking. I shoot her one last smile and make my way towards the small office right next to Nico’s. It’s freshly painted and still has the slightesthint of paint smell. They’ve cracked one of the sliding windows open a bit, and cold air is blasting inside.
I’d rather put the air filter on instead of freezing to death. It’s literally snowing outside, and my office is an icebox.
I hurry over to the window and tug it closed. A cold shiver runs through me.
The smell is so faint it’ll probably be gone by lunchtime.
I put my laptop bag onto the dark wooden desk and reach out to brush my fingers over the bright green leaves of a gorgeous monstera I chose for the corner. Because they were still setting up when I started working here, Nico let me choose the decor. My eyes roam the room, and the smile on my face spreads wider. It’s gorgeous and modern and neat—warm brown and green tones against white walls create a minimalist vibe with hints of nature.
On the far wall opposite the massive window, Nico had them put a giant painting of a monstera leaf—it’s gorgeous, and it makes me smile that he would do that. I tell myself it was just a design element and not a personal gift, nothing I should read into, although it was clearly put there to match the plants I chose.
I can’t believe I’m working as an executive assistant to the CEO, right on the top floor with views that most people would kill for—and, according to Time magazine, my boss is one of the sexiest, most eligible bachelors in the city.
They’re not wrong. He’s fucking gorgeous. His dark hair and bright amber eyes are a deadly combination. His rugged, masculine strength makes me want to blush every time I’m in the same room as him, because it floods me with desire.
It’s a challenge to work with such a gorgeous man, but I have to push those thoughts aside because this job is incredible.
When I dreamed of my first job straight after graduation, this is exactly what I would have envisioned, but never believed possible.
I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
Twenty-one and about to establish myself in the corporate world of business. I accelerated my accomplishments by adding extra college courses during high school. It paid off. Now I am ahead of the game.
My first week on the job has been eye opening and fantastically challenging for a number of reasons; the work is freaking incredible, I love being pushed out of my comfort zone and given chances to prove myself. There is a challenge every hour because everything is new, and I’m still getting the hang of it all. I’m managing things forthisoffice and for the other office being set up in town at Baker Street. I’ve been working my ass off every hour of every day, and I think I’m proving myself to be an invaluable asset for Mr. Andreev.
Nico.
My heart flutters just thinking of his name.
Every night since I started working here, I’ve gone to bed fantasizing about him until I fall asleep.
