“Miss Watson?”
I look up, feigning confusion. “Yes?”
“What are you doing here?” says Danielle, nudging the Prada glasses back onto the bridge of her nose.
“Oh, I was just reviewing some notes. Nothing much. Sorry. I didn’t realize the door was locked,” I say, deciding to remove my arm from the couch because I feel awkward.
Jesus, Lauren.
You’re a terrible liar.
Danielle surveys me, her pointed nose poking down at me like a bird’s beak. She doesn’t look convinced.
“I was just leaving, anyway.” I hop up and walk towards the door, passing her on the way with a smile. She continues to stare at me, watching like a hawk. I don’t know what her deal is. She’s a secretary, but she seems to be making herself my father’s personal spy.‘It’s not worth it, hun,’I feel like saying.‘He doesn’t pay you nearly enough.’
I enter the hallway, my pulse still drumming thick in my throat.
It’s only back in my office that I let out a puff of air, finally able to relax my shoulders and return my breathing to normal.
I hope Danielle keeps her suspicions to herself and that I can make it through the afternoon without anyone noticing what I just did.
But the main thing is, I have what I need.
And tonight, I’m finding out what’s in that folder.
I just hope it doesn’t bring danger to me and my unborn child.
Chapter Fourteen
Nikolai
It’s almost two in the afternoon when I enter the building of Watson & Co.
Lauren sits across from her father in the boardroom, nodding at something and jotting down some notes. I watch through the glass window, smirking over the fact that she has no idea that I’m about to enter. I already anticipate her expression. I just hope she keeps it subtle for both of our sakes.
But I’m not here just to piss her off.
After finding out from my conversation with Timur earlier that Charles is associated with my arch enemy, I know that Lauren is in serious trouble. She must not leave my sight, especially now that she’s carrying my child.
Warning her doesn’t seem to be working.
So, it’s time for me to change my approach.
“Thank you,” I say to Danielle as a subtle indicator that I’ll take it from here.
She stares into my eyes and smiles. “You’re welcome, Mr. Rogov.” She takes her leave.
I return to the window, needing to admire Lauren a moment more. There’s something about watching her when she has no clue I’m there.Bozhe moy, she looks fucking sensational, even when she’s working. Just like when she’s sliding up and down my cock. She handles herself well in the office, sleek, elegant, and maintaining a professional composure. Today, her brown hair has been twisted back into a clip. She looks elegant, French even, with her red lips and minimal eye makeup. She wears a dress, a long one—I see it fall to her ankles underneaththe table where a pair of black stiletto heels take up space. They arch high on her feet, suiting her well.
Blyad.
Why was I here again?
Back to business, mudak!
I straighten my shoulders and give a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
