Page 98 of Taken By My Grumpy Pakhan

Chapter Twenty-Four

Kazimir

I didn’t know what I was thinking taking her to dinner, but all I knew was, an hour at the gym and two cold showers later, the heat in my veins had barely died down and my cock was almost straining.

While dinner was uneventful and mostly consisted of small talk—an act I’d never thought I’d be caught dead indulging in—I couldn’t tear my eyes from her lips and the occasional brush of her thighs against mine.

I’d been wound tight since the elevator and I meant it when I said I was toying with the idea of emptying out the room, but I also knew she was struggling with a couple of things and I couldn’t be a selfish bastard about it; hence my decision to call an early night to dinner despite the protest from my little friend and her inviting eyes.

With her probably tucked in bed and sleeping, and my struggle to relax, I realized the foolishness of my decision.

I picked up my phone, answering a couple of emails and sending a few documents to Nikolai to review.

It took a total of thirty minutes before I was back to square one and scrolling through our texts from noon.

A quarter past one was a time any sane human should be deep asleep, but somehow I’d figured if I couldn’t sleep, she had to be aware of the role she played in my misery.

‘I should’ve brought you home.’

I clicked on the send button, preparing to toss my phone when the text double-ticked and the typing bubble appeared on my screen before disappearing almost immediately.

My senses perked up and I was immediately alert. I gave it another second and when nothing came in, I texted again.

‘Don’t ignore me, little bird.’

The bubble appeared again, but this time, it didn’t disappear into nothingness.

‘You barely said anything that requires a response.’

I got into a comfortable position, my dick forming a half-mast tent in my pants.

‘Why are you still up?’

‘Some of us have demanding bosses and have to make sure everything is in order for the next day.’

My lips curled. Of course she had a sassy reply.

‘And this boss of yours, is he nice to you?’

Her response came slower.

‘He has his moments.’

‘And was tonight one of those moments?’

‘I’ll give him a fair pass.’

‘So he gets his reward then? It’s not good to owe your boss, you know.’

‘Really? And what would he do if I kept his prize?’

I clicked on the call button without thinking; she picked up on the second ring.

“He will bend you over and spank you till your ass adapts a permanent dent of his fingers on them.”

Her breath hitched over the phone and I could picture her struggling to regain composure.

“I never said you got it right.”