Page 7 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

“For your boyfriend?” I asked softly, shaking myself out of my daydreams.

She stiffened. I couldn’t help myself. I looked down. There was a slight gap at the front of her blouse where I could just see the lacy edge of a red bra. She was in exactly the same clothes as yesterday, even down to her bra and panties.

Interesting.

“Or maybe not a boyfriend?”

“It’s complicated.” Twisting in her seat, she stared up at me. The movement brought her face perilously close to mine. Her lips are kissing distance.

“Am I being fired?”

Tearing my eyes away from her lips, I straightened. “I should terminate your employment, Miss Ridgeway. I should make sure you never work in this city again, but—”

“But?”

“I don’t think that’s what either of us want. Is it?”

“Oh God, thank you, sir.” She let out a cry of relief, her small hand snagging on my shirt sleeve. I stared down at the small, rounded, pale blue nails, which looked chipped on the ends, like she had been chewing on them.

Besides that, her permanent fake smile and the fact that she was in yesterday’s clothes made it abundantly clear that her night hadn’t gone to plan. Had the man she had made that video for turned her down? If that was the case, he was a moron, but I was glad of it.

Even being this close to Lily, I was struggling with an erection that threatened to burst the zipper of my pants. My cock ached. If she turned around properly, she would clearly be able to see the outline of it. It made me want to see her reaction to it, but she kept her eyes glued gratefully on my face instead.

“Thank you, sir. Thank you so much. I won’t let you down again.”

I nodded my head once. “Of course, you can’t stay in your current position.”

“What?” Her hand dropped from my wrists. “But you said.”

I went back to my seat. “I am not firing you, Lily,” I said again, leaning back. “I am offering you a promotion.”

Her emerald green eyes widened in confusion. “But why would you do that?”

“Maybe I see something in you,” I said softly.

I could definitely see myself being inside of her.

“I see a great deal of potential, and I think you are wasted here. I’m a busy man. It makes certain aspects of my life complicated to navigate. I am in search of a companion.”

“Like a personal assistant?”

“In a way, but more hands-on. A lot more hands-on.” I watched her face carefully. “Someone to help me in every aspect of my life. You seem to fit the bill. You’re a great personal assistant. You’re educated, and you are beautiful.”

And fucking scorching hot, I added silently. I knew the moment she understood me. Her pouty lips fell open. “Mr. Popov. I don’t know what to say.”

“Easy, say yes. I promise you I could make it worth your while. All I ask is for a little,” I looked out into the empty office, “discretion about the other side of our relationship. I would rather the people here not know you are anything more than my personnel assistant.”

“You want to sleep with me?”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “Oh, I don’t have to sleep in the same bed as you, Lily. But yes, I do want to fuck you.”

Her breath hitched.

“Hard and fast. In my bed. Over my desk.” I met her unblinking eyes. “In this chair that you so prettily spread your pink pussy on.”

Two ink spots appeared high on her cheeks. She twisted her fingers together in her lap.

“Mr. Popov—”