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“I knew you loved to play.”

“Collin,” I backed away slowly. “Why don’t we take some time to talk about this?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. You can drop the pretense; I know all of your antics have been to get to me.”

My expression soured. “Antics? I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Collin drew closer. “Drop the act, Genevieve, I’m familiar with your innocent girl act. You join me for lunch, sit next to me at meetings and whisper into my ear. Come on, I know you want me.”

My heart plummeted to the pit of my stomach. “Collin, I’m sorry, but I think you have mistaken me. I was only being nice.”

“Nice?” His eyes flashed. “You put on a dress like this to a company meeting knowing I’ll be there, to be nice?”

My eyes raked over the restroom looking for a secret exit. He was currently blocking the only one, and unless someone miraculously walked in—

I suddenly remembered the phone in my hand, but as if he saw my intention right through me, he grabbed the phone before I could punch a digit.

“I’ve had enough of your teasing, Genevieve.” His voice was strained as he backed me against the sink. “Now I’ll take what you’ve been dangling in front of me.”

His palm wrapped around my neck as he lowered his face to mine. I fought back, screaming and clawing at his hands, but my cries were swallowed by the music and my hands were no match for his bulging arms.

He pressed against me, his erection digging into my belly. “I know you want it, Gen, and if you are a good girl and calm down, we can enjoy this together.”

A shudder swept through me. I tried to lift my knee, but he caught it in time, forcing his leg in between mine.

“Get off me.” Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

His leg hitched higher, taking my dress with it. I wasn’t aware of what to fight first: his legs forcing their way to my pussy, the hand trying to steady my head for a kiss, or the hand trying to grope my boobs.

I tore at every part of him I could find, screaming my lungs out while praying that by some miracle, Caroline realized I was taking a longer time than needed.

“Please don’t do this,” I pleaded when his hand tore at the collar of my dress, exposing an eye full of my cleavage to him.

“Too late, sweetheart. Can’t walk away now I’ve seen you.” He dipped his head, his tongue darting out for a taste while I braced myself for a wave of disgust, but he never made it all the way.

Collin was torn from me and sent flying to the other side of the room by a force I couldn’t see, and before I could make sense of my environment, Kazimir appeared from nowhere, descending on him with multiple blows.

It took a moment for me to realize the hysteric scream was coming from me.

The bathroom filled with coworkers. Rose took one look at my partly exposed state before hurrying to me.

Caroline loosened her scarf, wrapping it around my torn neckline.

“That bastard.” Rose swore, looking at Collin.

Collin's face was near disfigured when Nikolai arrived to pull Kazimir off him.

“I’ll take it from here.”

Kazimir stood, his eyes searching the crowd till they landed on me.

He walked over to me, covering me with his blazer and taking me out of the crowded bathroom.

Chapter Fifteen

Kazimir

Four days. Four fucking days since I last saw her and I was getting fucking withdrawals.