Page 17 of Reclaimed By My Ex’s Bratva Brother

I didn't know what to say.

"Miss Cox." She studied me like a detective. "You have the right to remain silent, but your face is singing like a canary."

I was terrible at lying. Especially to Winnie. She was the first person who'd talked to me when I started here. She'd seen me crying in the bathroom over Makar and Chloe, and seen me come back the next day with swollen eyes, still working.

She meant no harm.

I glanced around to make sure everyone else was occupied with their own conversations before speaking.

"The man who helped me at the wedding is Makar's brother."

Winnie froze for two seconds. Then her eyes widened slowly.

"Jesus." She pressed a hand to her chest. "No wonder Makar apologized. So what happened? He drove you home?"

I looked at her. She looked at me. The shock in her eyes shifted to realization.

"You didn't go home." Her volume jumped. "You slept with him!"

I didn't lunge to cover her mouth—that would only draw everyone's attention.

"A little louder. The receptionist didn't quite catch that for the meeting minutes." I pretended to focus on my screen, though I wasn't reading a single word of the proposal.

"Sorry." She switched to a whisper. "But this is insane. You slept with your ex's brother."

"Thanks for the recap. I almost forgot."

"How was he?"

My mouse stopped moving.

"How was what?"

"Don't play dumb." She raised an eyebrow. "He seems like the kind of man who won't let anyone adjust his tie by an inch. Was he like that in bed too—"

"Winnie."

My warning carried no weight because last night's memories had already ambushed me.

When he pinned me down, sweat glistened on his chest, his muscular arms corded with veins from exertion. My legs wrapped around his solid waist, my ears flooded with his low, rough breathing... Heat pooled instantly in my belly.

"Mm-hmm... so he's exceptionally gifted." By the time I snapped back, Winnie was watching me with satisfaction. "He's got you completely wrecked."

I bit my lower lip, embarrassed.

"I'd say that's a night worth bragging about, if you know what I mean." She didn't understand my anxiety at all. "And I'm sure you were amazing too."

"Stop." My face burned like fire.

"Looks like I guessed right."

She'd barely suppressed her grin when the office suddenly quieted. A hand with thick, stubby knuckles rapped twice on our divider. I looked up. Our supervisor stood in the aisle, clutching a stack of files, his toupee edge more obvious than usual.

"You two done chatting?"

Winnie immediately pulled her chair back. "Sorry. We'll get back to work."

The supervisor slapped one file onto my desk.