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She cups my face and I close my eyes at her touch. “I’m so sorry that happened to you.”
“I kept telling myself if we’d just left the house a few seconds later…” I trail off. There is no point going there, it won’t solve anything.
She has genuine tears in her eyes. “I wish I could take it away, all the pain.”
I didn’t realize until this moment just how much I’ve been holding inside.
“Can’t you see that you do?”
She bites her lip and I pull it free, kissing her long and hard. I don’t give a fuck if Morgan sees; she can mind her own goddamn business.
She pulls back. “I don’t know.”
“Do you feel the same way?”
Her lips part and I long to hear the words. Then, she releases me from my torture. “Yes.”
My eyebrows knit together as I study her. “You care for me?”
“You know I do. You’re an amazing man, Khristian, but I can see there are many layers to you. I’m falling for you too, I just didn’t want to let myself, in fear of getting hurt again.”
My phone goes off in my pocket and I cuss. “I hate this,” I mutter.
“It’s alright,” she soothes. “Do what you need to do. I’ll be in bed waiting for you.”
“I’ll make it as quick as I can.”
“Okay.”
I don’t know, but hearing Imogen say that she’s falling for me too might just be the greatest thing I’ve ever heard.
“I wish work wasn’t calling, but it’s urgent.”
“I understand.” Then she giggles. “I think Morgan might be onto us. There goes the great Petrov employee fraternization policy up in flames.”
I smirk. “I may have to rewrite it.”
“You are the boss after all.” She shrugs.
“Or I could just fire you.”
She narrows her eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”
I peck her on the lips. “Go get some shut eye, Krasavitsa. You’re going to need it.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Imogen
Khristian doesn’t come back to the room until late.
I hear him moving around the apartment and I’m so tired, I don’t even lift my head to see what time it is. A little while later, he slides behind me under the comforter and wraps his arms around my waist.
He kisses my hair, muttering in Russian. I’ve no idea what he’s saying, but I hear my name in there somewhere. Russian is a pretty language, at least, when it comes out of Khristian’s lips.
I spent most of today shadowing Morgan and listening in on her conversations. I know I could learn a great deal from her if she was here in Seattle for a little longer. I’m freaking out, to say the least. Maybe Khristian would allow me to travel to New York and gain some more experience? He did thrust me into this position after he fired everyone.
I drift off to sleep only to wake again in the wee hours of morning. Khristian rolls me onto my back, whispering in my ear, “I need to be inside you, my little rose.”
