Page 62 of Mr. Petrov


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Working with her is going to be a breeze.

“Good morning, Doris. Well, it wasn’t a hard decision on my part. I love the idea of this company, and what we can do here in Seattle.” Okay, I’m ass kissing just a little, but I am a professional after all.

A graphic image of me sucking Khristian off in the back of his limo while he finger fucked me last night flashes through my mind, and as I glance his way, I think he’s thinking about the exact same thing.

His lips twitch.

“You’re going to fit right in,” Doris tells me warmly. “Isn’t she, Mr. Petrov?”

Khristian’s lips part as I stand before him in my skirt suit, and his eyes move back to mine after his full assessment. He clears his throat. “She certainly is,” he drawls. “I’m sure she can withstand whatever we throw at her.”

Every word sounds dirty.

“Not that we’re going to throw things at you,” Doris says, giving him a look. “But we have a trying week coming up. As our new store manager, you’ll be working closely with Khristian and our New York reps, Morgan and Johans. They’ll be here later today.”

“We should arrange dinner,” Khristian says, still staring at me. “I can brief them then.”

Dinner?

I clench my undercarriage when I think about what dinner led to last night. And he had the audacity to say that we hadn’t breached protocol….

“Wonderful. The Platinum?”

I know that’s his hotel, where he’s staying. The same hotel we spent the night together.

His lips twitch in amusement. “Sounds perfect. Thank you, Doris. Imogen, I’d love it if you could join us?”

I swallow hard. It’s not like I want to miss out on any time spent with him, but also meeting the New York reps could be good.

A feeling washes over me… that Khristian has only hired me because we had sex. Does this mean I’m sleeping my way to the top? Does it count if I don’t actually want to sleep my way anywhere? I want to make it on my own, but also enjoy Khristian.

And like he said, he’ll be gone soon… Not that I want that day to come around.

I nod. “Thank you, Mr. Petrov, that would be amazing.”

His eyes darken at the sound of his name. I decide then and there, I’m going to use it as often as I can. Knowing that he made me say it, and it got his cock hard, is enough validation to know that whatever I’m doing, he seems to like it.

Even if what we’re doing is wrong… we’re not hurting anyone.

Doris smiles, looking down at her diary.

“Is there anything you’d like me to do immediately, Mr. Petrov?” I go on when his eyes don’t leave mine. “I’m willing and able to jump right on top of things.”

Holy shit. That did sound debaucherously rude.

His lips part and I smirk just a little.

Doris is still talking to herself while she works out where she’s supposed to be next, and I can’t be sure, but I think Khristian might be hard for me under the desk because I see him quickly adjust himself as my lips part.

“Are you just?”

I smile brightly. “Yes. I can even get coffee or help Doris until I’m needed…”

“That reminds me,” he says to Doris, but keeps staring at me. “We need to take Imogen over to the store today, let her feel her way around.” Oh, by god he’ll be the death of me.

“Hmm.” She adjusts the glasses on the end of her nose. “We may be able to do that at four o’clock. Too late?”

“Four is perfect.”

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