Page 5 of Innocent Bratva Twins
It’s pathetic, I’m fully aware.
But a girl can dream.
There’s no harm in a little late-night imagination.
I grin, remembering all the things I let him do to me in my mind last night. Okay,maybeit’s getting a bit out of hand, and I should probably put a stop to my own thoughts, but he’sbeyondgorgeous. In fact, I’ve never seen a man, in my entire life, who could compare to him.
He’s sexy. Dangerously sexy.Stupidly good-looking.
I sigh, rolling my eyes at myself.
My hands brush self-consciously over my hips, and I glance down at the black bodycon dress I’m wearing.
Dream all you want, Serafina. Guys like that don’t go for girls like you.
I’m smart.
Clever enough to know better.
I might let my mind wander a bit on my own free time, but when I’m in the office, I need to focus on the work. And it’s easier said than done.
Because this wandering mind of mine isn’t exactly in my control when I’m around him.
Stupid hormones.
Thank goodness I don’t have to share an office with him anymore. At first, I loved the idea of being right next to him all day, but I quickly learned how distracting it was.
Now I have my ownbeautifulspace.
“Serafina, can you come into my office, please?” His voice is deep, even though the speakerphone on my desk.
Nicole has already told me how it works.
I lean forward and press my finger against the dark red button. “I’ll be right in, Mr. Andreev,” I respond quickly.
“Nico.”
“Sorry.” My heart flips. He keeps insisting I call him by his first name, but it doesn’t feel right.
It’s too familiar. Too comfortable. And whenever his name touches my lips, I get all giggly and shy, which isnotlike me at all. It’s embarrassing.
Actually, what would I know about how to act around men? I’ve hadoneboyfriend, who turned out to be a complete asshole, and all my life I’ve been taunted about howinexperiencedI am with relationships. I don’t know anything about guys, to be honest. But Idoknow that they don’t make me nervous. Not like he does.
Whatever.
It hardly matters when I have such an incredible career opportunity to focus on.
Gathering my notebook and my favorite pen with glitter inside that floats up and down when I flip it, I take a deep breath and head to Nico’s office. My stomach tightens with tension as I push his door open and step inside, knocking lightly on the wood as I enter.
“Good morning, Mr. Andreev,” I say, smiling.
“This is the last time I’m going to tell you, Serafina. Call meNico. Next time, I’ll give you a written warning. Or punishment.” He’s grinning at me, but I take note of the flash of authority in his amber eyes. Eyes I could so easily get lost in, piercing and commanding attention.
“Sorry,” I say, over-enthused.
He stands up from behind his desk and walks towards me. His suit, pitch-black and crisp, is perfectly molded to his muscular form, made for him, accentuating each bulge in his body, taunting me as I watch his movements. His strong face and dark shadow of stubble make him look wild and dangerous,yet his eyes are kind and calm, as though he’s in control of everything.
I turn away and hurry towards the sofas where we usually have our morning meeting to go over the things we’ll be doing that day.
