Page 8 of Innocent Bratva Twins
“You’ve been doing a brilliant job. I’m really impressed with your efficiency and the dedication you’ve shown so far; I know it hasn’t been easy, taking on so much so quickly. Don’t be worried about me catching you taking a minute for yourself.”
“It was only a minute. I promise,” she says tightly.
I chuckle, shaking my head.
“You’re allowed to be tired, Serafina. It’s human.”
She sighs in relief, closing her eyes for a moment. “It’s strange how being in such a corporate environment makes us forget we are all just people—tired, hungry, not perfect all the time.”
She’s perfect all the time.
“If you don’t give yourself space to relax, even for a moment, you’re going to turn into a rigid mess.”
We both glance out of the door towards Nicole’s desk at exactly the same time. When our eyes meet again, we start laughing, thinking the same thing, not needing to say anything.
Serafina sits down again, rubbing her hand over the back of her neck unconsciously.
“My tension also always builds in the same spot. If you'd like, I could massage your neck for you. I’ve got a strong grip, you’d be melting in my hands…“ My cock stirs with excitement.
What the fuck, that’s not appropriate, Nico.
Her cheeks turn crimson, and her lips part as she takes a sharp breath.
Her green eyes are wide with shock.
I’ve crossed a line. But that doesn’t stop me from crossing another. “I know a lot of ways to ease stress.”Fuck, I’d love to show her.
She giggles, and the delicate sound rushes through me like a summer breeze, igniting my desire tenfold.
How is it possible thateverythingshe does turns me on? I can’t pinpoint something specific; it just appears to beeverythingabout her that drives me crazy.
She sets the papers she’s straightened ten times now down on her desk and shrugs one shoulder up as she tilts her head to the side—another cute gesture. “I’ve never had a massage before,” she laughs.
“That’s terrible news. We should change that.”
Sera shakes her head. “Perhaps I’ll have time for some fun or relaxing things once we have Baker Street up and running.”
“You should make time to release your tension, Sera.” My voice drops and my eyes narrow as I watch her, thinking about how I’d love to bend her over this desk and fuck her so hard that little plant gets knocked right off the corner.
For a moment, neither of us says anything. She caught the change in the tone of my voice. I can see desire in her eyes. I have to ignore.
Change the subject, say something, don’t just stand here like an idiot.
“Can you move Friday’s three o'clock meeting? I can’t see them at that time.”
She frowns and pulls her diary open. “Friday?” she asks, confused for a moment. “Oh, Friday. Of course,” she nods, scribbling a note next to the time.
It’s not a meeting she’s attending.
At least twenty-five percent of my job is related to the bratva, and those meetings are not attended by anyone other than my most trusted staff, the ones who work in the back end of our company.
I wouldn’t want to expose her to that world, so I keep it separate. She doesn’t know about that darker side of the business—or the darker side of me—and I would like to keep it that way.
Except her innocence and my secrets make her even more of a forbidden fruit, even more tempting to me. She’s off limits in so many ways, and it makes my desire for her more dangerous—and, of course, more enticing.
The idea of protecting her from something, anything, the idea of being the one to keep her safe—it turns me on like crazy.
Why would I be so possessive of her?
