Page 27 of Taken By My Grumpy Pakhan

He blinked up at me like he was just realizing where we were. “Here?”

“Would you prefer your bedroom?”

His eyes trailed to the door at the left corner of my office, before returning to me with a raised brow.

“She’s gone.”

It was past two at noon, but I knew she left a couple of minutes ago to secure the space for my next meeting with a travel agent.

Nikolai’s eyes arrowed. “Gone gone or not here at the moment gone?”

“Why don’t you go take a peek.”

I was in the middle of a robbery and trying to figure out if someone was playing with me or if this was a meticulously executed setup. I needed my wits about me when Svetlana arrived. Genevieve was a distraction I couldn’t indulge at the moment.

A concept that would be totally easy if my cock didn’t light up like a fucking glow stick at the sound of her name.

“Remind me of her role again?”

Fuck the decision to keep a clear head. I’m going to be needing a shot for this one.

“Hoping to find the answer at the bottom of the bottle?”

“Hoping to get a bullet in your head?”

“It’s a simple question.”

I emptied the glass in one go. If there was something I hated more than her questionable presence in my life, it was talking about her.

On the obvious side, there was nothing to talk about. She was an employee I fucked once and helped out of a sticky situation because good pussy deserves appreciation.

On the less obvious side… hell I wasn’t even sure why the side existed in the first place.

“She’s my personal assistant.” Even the words sounded like a joke and left a funny aftertaste in my mouth.

Nikolai however decided it was the most hilarious thing he’d ever heard and threw back his head in laughter.

If I didn’t fight half the men in my family to make the Spanish-English piece of shit my Sovetnik, I would’ve put a bullet through his heaving chest.

“You refuse personal help all your life and when you decide to get one, you upgrade the leggy receptionist?”

“You’re welcome to take her place.”

It was taking more restraint to keep from breaking his jaw every passing second. It wasn’t lost on me how he described her as leggy. I’d spent a week holding myself back from reaching into those flare skirts of hers.

I would bet my life’s savings I would find her wet and ready, but after a lifetime of having women throw themselves at you, you realized it was all a transaction and I was yet to figure out her motive.

She went from bold and forward to not being able to look me in the eye and shivering like a fucking leaf in November when I touched her. That’s the type of shit I didn’t fuck with. Inconsistencies.

“I’m merely saying the change of heart was quite instant, especially since it happened shortly after she quit.” His chortling was gone, but the amusement still lingered on his lips. “Plus a woman cannot handle the position.”

“I thought you were a feminist?” I ignored the part where he looked her up.

“You know that shit doesn't apply here.”

“So you’re a hypocrite then?”

His retort died on his tongue and its place was a smirk. “You’re deviating.”