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With a grin, she wriggled down further in her bed. “Bit of both. I’m wearing blue knickers, not a G-string, and the only reason I still have them on is pure laziness. Why? Did my message get you all worked up?”
“Yes. Imagining you in nothing but a scrap of lace gets me hard, Julietta. Want to put your fingers to work and let me know if you’re wet for me?”
Arousal zipped down her spine. Listening to Daniil’s sexy accent talking dirty to her definitely got her motor running. Without further thought, she ran her fingers down her torso, slipping beneath the lace and over her clit. She arched her back on a groan. Damn, she was horny.
“Like the sound of that groan, krasivaya. You wet? Or you need a little more dirty talk to get you going?”
“So wet.”
“Yeah, fuck. You look so hot touching yourself. Could watch you all fucking day.”
She slipped her fingers lower, teasing her opening with two fingers.
“How’d you know what I look like?”
“Because I fucking watch you do it every damn night. You did it after we had sex. I came out of the bathroom to find you spread out on my bed working yourself over. Sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long time.”
She froze at his words and, pulling her hand free, she sat up, frowning. “What do you mean, you watch me every night? You haven’t fucking bugged my room or something crazy, have you?”
Oh, if he was spying on her she’d kill him. No idea how she’d manage it, but she’d find a way.
“Ah fuck. I didn’t mean to say that. Yebat-kopat!”
She was pretty sure that Russian word wasn’t an endearment. Was he really swearing at her in two languages?
“No idea what you just said, but it’s not making me feel any better here, Daniil. What have you done?”
“I just cursed in Russian.” He sighed. “You looked so fucking hot, I grabbed my phone and took a little video—”
Fury exploded through her, and her mouth started moving before her brain re-engaged.
“You fucking arsehole! You fucking videoed me? So help me if you’ve uploaded that to a fucking porn site or something, I swear I will cut your balls off!”
“Solnyshka moto, I promise, no one has seen it but me. No one ever will—”
With a voice like ice, she cut him off again. “Don’t you dare ever call me any of your bullshit Russian endearments. In fact, you know what? Don’t ever call me again. And delete that damn video. I can’t believe you would do that! Fuck.”
She hung up the phone, not caring he was still trying to talk to her. When her phone rang a second later, she screamed and threw it across the room. It landed in her laundry bin, and she hoped it didn’t break, but she’d worry about that later. Fucking men! They were all pigs. Slipping on a pair of yoga pants and a baggy T-shirt, she left her room in search of alcohol.
She was way too angry to sleep now anyway.
Daniil let loose a string of curses. He was so furious, it ended up being a mix of Russian and English. Viktor cleared his throat.
“You need some help, D? Because if you keep this shit up, you’re gonna scare away all your staff.”
He bared his teeth at his friend on a growl. He didn’t give a fuck. It had been over twelve hours since he’d screwed up with Julietta, and she was still declining all his calls. Yury was on guard duty, and he’d reported that she’d refused to talk to him or listen to anything he’d tried to say. Why had he said anything about that damn video? At least he didn’t mention the photos he’d taken… He rubbed a palm over the back of his neck. Why he’d taken the damn video in the first place was a better question. He knew women didn’t like that shit. Dammit.
“That, right there. That’s why the girls called me. You need to cut the shit. Personally, I think it’s funny as hell, but if you want to keep this part of your company running, I’d suggest dialling it back, yeah?”
He blew out a breath. He knew Viktor was right. He was working from his real estate office today, and he did need this business to function at a profitable level. Not something that would happen if he scared off all his staff.
“Fine. Come in and shut the door.”
Once they were enclosed in his office, Daniil went and pulled out the vodka. After pouring out two glasses, he returned to his desk, handing off one drink to Viktor before sitting down and taking a large mouthful. He focused on the burn as the alcohol flowed down his throat.
“I fucked up with Julietta. Now she won’t answer my calls. Won’t talk to Yury either.”
Viktor calmly sipped his drink like all was well in the world, which made him angry all over again. Because it wasn’t, at least not in his world. He felt like he was at the edge of his control, ready to snap at any moment.
