Page 5 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

“You will have until sunup tomorrow to text or call me. If you say you’re craving tangerines, I know you are in need of help. Hide an AirTag in your clothing or inside your shoe. Share your location with me.” Her shoulders moved in that delicate shrug of hers. “But I fully believe your fears, while valid, will not come to pass. This is your chance, Peyton.”

Fears mollified, I sent a quick message into the thread.

I’d love to meet. When and where?

Their response would tell me a lot. I hoped. My foot jiggled up and down, and I almost resorted to biting my nails, a habit I’d given up years ago.

Elena sipped her water and watched my screen alongside me.

Despite it being the middle of the work day and our constant banter about talking when we should be working, a little breath of relief puffed out.

Tonight. You know the night club in town? Duplicity?

“Excellent choice.” Elena gave an approving nod. “Excellent location. Excellent security.”

“You’ve been there?” I set my phone on the table, my heart bursting in my chest. “I’ve heard it’s sexy.”

“Beyond belief. Wear your shortest dress. Heels. Leave your hair down.” She tapped a finger against her lips. “Do you have anything red?”

When I shook my head, she let out a sigh. “But I do have a little black dress. I bought it for myself last year. It’s borderline scandalous. Barely covers my ass.” I whispered the last part.

Her smile bloomed wide. “Perfect. Wear that. No underclothes.”

I squeaked a protest. “I have to wear something.”

“No, you absolutely do not.” She sat forward. “Were you not just telling me you wished to be braver? Show them. Show them you are not afraid. Even if you are scared spitless, you do not back down. Lift your chin, push your shoulders out, and make them fall to their knees. You are the most powerful woman in the room. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Her words left me breathless and anxious for the meeting before I lost my nerve. I managed to type out that I’d see them tonight without my hands shaking.

Elena nodded her approval. “Good. Call me if you need me.” She stood, signaling an end to our lunch break.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur, the hours melting together as I alternated between watching the clock and keeping an eye on Viktor’s door while discreetly researching Duplicity.

Apparently, Viktor’s company had recently invested in the club, and they’d made several changes, including increasing security and upgrading the quality of the entire building.

People loved the new look and feel, and the drinks were supposed to be beyond compare.

I worked, scrolled, and planned and finally, Leonid stuck his head out of the office door.

He smiled lightly when he saw me. “You can clock out. We’ll be here a bit longer tonight. If anything comes up for you, we’ll leave it on your desk for tomorrow.”

Most nights, I’d reassure him that I didn’t mind sticking around. Tonight, I smiled and grabbed my purse. “Have a good night, Mr. Petrov.”

“You too, Miss Stirling.” He always said my name with a kind of lilt to it, a caress that gave me wicked thoughts about him in bed.

I ignored all of that and headed to the elevator.

Tonight, my fantasies might finally come true.

Some of them, anyway.

I rushed home and jumped into the shower.

If things went even half as well as I hoped, I wanted every inch of my body scrubbed clean.

So I could come home completely filthy. Ruined. I’d always loved that word in correlation to sex.

The negative connotation that came with it from historical times tickled me. I wanted to be ruined in all the right ways.