The sound of someone walking down the hallway outside my door had me opening my eyes again.
Shadows cast out in the small crack where the door met the floor.
Oh, shit.
Someone was standing out there. Someone heard me.
Shame returned at once, and I bit my lip.
Oh, shit…
Renee wouldn’t be up now.
The guards always patrolled throughout the building.
But I knew.
I justknewit was Andre.
It had to be.
He stood out there, pausing and clearly listening in. The paper-thin walls couldn’t have hidden much. Why he was out there hardly mattered. I just knew that he was. That he’d heard me.
Oh, my God.
I covered my face with my hand and swallowed a groan. I wasn’t mortified. I was…nervous.
He knew I was masturbating to him now. It would just complicate this resistance to him.
I closed my eyes and frowned, once more unsure about how I could survive playing such a tumultuous and naughty game of denying something hot and torrid with such a dangerous and tempting man as Andre Orlov.
My boss. My enemy.
The only one I want.
13
ANDRE
The memory of hearing Sofia pleasuring herself was one I’d take to my dying breath. Passing by her room and picking up her labored breaths and catching her moaningmyname was all it took to make me lean my forehead against the closed door, close my eyes tight, and count on all my control not to barge into her room and really help her out.
I’d only been up because the guards sent an alert about someone trespassing at Roman’s building. We were all connected on this block, and we never took risks with anyone breaking into an Orlov property. It turned out to be a scorned lover who wanted more than my playboy cousin would give her. He’d handled it, or rather, the guards had. But I’d been up and I met with the security detail anyway.
Walking past Sofia’s room was unnecessary, but I was damned glad I had.
Hearing her like that was one more piece of proof that she wanted me.
Desperately.
I was on her mind—in her dreams—probably as much as she was in mine.
And damn, if that didn’t please the fuck out of me.
The morning after, though, I wondered how I’d use this discovery to my advantage.
Stirring my coffee in the kitchen, I let out a deep breath and counted down the time until she’d appear. Tired and grumpy, as usual, since she clearly wasn’t much of a morning person.
It’d be a challenge to face her and control myself. A fucking month, she’d been here, crawling under my skin.
