Page 8 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

“Daniil,” I said softly. “Call me Daniil when we are alone. I think we are on a first-name basis now, don’t you?”

The blush spread until her whole face was scarlet.

“I can guarantee it will be a pleasurable arrangement for both of us.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes to meet mine. But instead of heat, there was nothing but anger in them.

“You are asking me to sleep with…I mean fuck you,” she amended quickly. “For money or in order to keep my job?”

”I am offering you an amazing opportunity to work in this company and have the pleasure of my company at the same time.”

On the glass desk, my fingers entwined. This wasn’t going to plan. I hadn’t expected the anger at all. Most women looked at me and wanted to fuck me. That was just the way of my life.

“I am not a prostitute, Mr. Popov.” She stood up slowly, and I couldn’t help it. I let my eyes wander down her slender but perfectly curvy frame. She was so tiny, even in her heels, if she hadn’t had the hips and tits that she did, people would mistake her for a child.

As it was, she was completely all woman, a mouthwatering woman, in fact.

“Of course not, Lily. When I use call girls, I don’t offer them the kind of benefits package I am offering you.”

“I have a fiancé,” she stated. “And I’m disgusted that you would even dare to say these things to me. I should go to HR and—”

My lips thinned. “Tell them that you went into my office to masturbate, and I just happened to get the email? I don’t think that will go quite as well as you think it will, Lily. And as for the boyfriend—”

“Fiancé,” she snapped back

I darted a glance down to the tiny, barely there diamond on her finger and frowned. Was that speck what she called an engagement ring? If she were mine, she would be caked in diamonds. I’d cover every inch of her naked body in them and take pictures of my own.

“Fine. Fiancé. Does it really matter? This is just a job opportunity.”

Lily was hot. I wasn’t going to deny that, but I wasn’t offering her a relationship. She could keep the lame fiancé back home. What I wanted was purely professional, just mixed with more than a little pleasure.

“This conversation is over Mr. Popov. I will forget we even had it.” Spinning on her heels, she stormed away, all righteous indignation and bouncing red hair.

Chuckling, I settled back to watch her leave, which was almost as fun as watching her walk towards me. Lily really did have the ass and hips of a goddess—the kind of hips I could easily grab hold of.

My cock twitched, growing harder and more painful, and with a sigh, I opened the video of her again. Maybe the meeting hadn’t gone to plan. Maybe the beautiful Lily hadn’t fallen on her knees in front of me.

But I still had her video to keep me company.

Chapter Four

Lily

Across from me, Greg was completely motionless, and it was making me even more antsy. I could tell by his face that he was just as disgusted as I was about the whole thing.

It was one thing to have fantasies about someone and quite another for them to proposition you in that way. It made me feel kind of dirty, like I was something for sale.

“So,” I began to say and sucked in a deep, hopefully settling breath. “We are both going to have to find new jobs because I don’t think I have a job any longer.”

Which was sad because I liked working there.

“Why?” Greg asked sharply.

My head snapped upwards. “Why? Because I’ll either be fired or have to quit.”

He shook his head, and my words trailed off. “Not what I was talking about, Lily,” he said in a much softer voice. “Why didn’t you give the man a chance to explain before you jumped to conclusions?”

I couldn’t move. All I could do was sit there and stare at him, dumbfounded. “Did you hear a word I just said? He wanted me to be his personal,” I searched my brain for a word that didn’t sound like prostitute. “Companion.”