Page 6 of Innocent Bratva Twins
He follows me, but as he walks close to me, he reaches out and brushes his hand over my lower back. I stop, completely frozen by his touch. My heart is racing so fast, I’m convinced he’ll be able to hear it.
His hand leaves my body as quickly as it brushed over me, but the effect of his touch lingers, like fire on my skin, a feverish desire in my thoughts.
“Do you like your office, Serafina? Is there anything you want to change?” he asks as he settles into the sofa with the confidence and ease that I wish I had whenever I was around him.
Oh, I’m confident in my ability to do my job. I’m confident I can perform all of the duties required of me as his executive assistant. But I amnotconfident that I won’t trip over my own tongue and say or do something embarrassing.
He unbalances me in strange ways that I’ve never felt before.
“I love my office. I wouldn’t want them to change anything. It’s so gorgeous. Thank you so much for letting me choose the decor. The view is breathtaking and I’m just—I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.” I smile with genuine excitement.
“I’m glad to hear it. I want you to be happy here with me, Sera. I’m not letting you escape any time soon. You belong to me now,” he grins, and his eyes flare with suggestion. My bodysparks with desire and I sit down, quickly pulling my notebook onto my lap and staring down at the pages to hide my blushing cheeks.
Obviously, I’m misreading the meaning in his words. Nico isn’tflirtingwith me, no matter how much I would love for that to be happening.
Nico clears his throat gruffly and picks up the leather folder he takes his notes. “Alright, let’s get straight to it.” His voice is all business and zero flirtation now. His face has gone stern, and while I’m not the best at reading him, he looks embarrassed.
Why would he be embarrassed? Maybe he realized that it sounded like he might have been flirting, and that horrified him. The idea of flirting with me.
I bite my lip. Dammit. Work. Think about work. “We have a lot to do today. There is a delivery of office equipment at Baker Street, and I was hoping to find time to clean up the filing system in your office. It’s a bit of a disaster.”
“Adisaster. Is that so?” When I look up, expecting him to be offended, his amber eyes are locked on me, and his smile is dangerously sexy.
My words are stuck in my throat, but my lips part as though I’m going to say something—
He laughs, and I quickly press them back together.
My cheeks are burning hotter now, and all I can think about is that I’m making the biggest fool of myselfever.
Thank goodness I have my own office now.
“Um,” I murmur, looking at the blank page of my notepad and scribbling something useless on there as though I'm writingimportant things down. “What else did you want me to do today?”
“Set up another meeting with Swan and Associates. Maybe Wednesday afternoon, next week? I need to go over that proposal again and make sure my presentation notes are on point. We only get one chance with them. They are apparently ruthless in the industry. Then Jacksonville Properties wanted to show me an investment opportunity. Please call that woman back—what was her name again? The lady with the really sharp face?"
“Camilla,” I confirm, wondering how he would describe me to other people.
“Yes, her, that’s the one. Tell her I’ll come to see the place on Saturday. Oh, and for Wednesday’s presentation, I’m going to send you the file. Go over it and make sure it’s perfect. Then, what else…right, mm…“
He’s looking down at his leather folder, running the silver fountain pen over notes he’s made. I watch him, fascinated by his expression, his masculine energy and authoritative voice. My heart is getting wild again as I picture him taking control of me, pushing me up against a wall—
“Shit, did you send that e-mail to—"
“I did,” I confirm, one step ahead of him.
“My brother?”
“Yes, I sent it.” I smile.
“You’re a star. I can’t believe I forgot again.”
We work through the list of tasks, and it takes everything in my power to stay focused and not let him distract me.
When the morning meeting is over, I hurry out of the office, careful not to trip over my own feet, and it’s only when I settle down at myowndesk in myownspace that I take a deep breath and relax.
Holy shit, that man is affecting me in ridiculous ways, and I need to find a solution—to block out these thoughts I’m having.
This is myjob.
