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Over the following weeks, I find myself spending more time in the office. It's harder to keep my distance from Robin when our work forces us into close proximity. But as much as I try to resist, I can't stop watching her. How can I? She’s growing even more beautiful with her pregnancy.
"Boris, these are the reports you requested," she says as she sets a stack of papers on my desk. I glance up at her, immediately drawn to the way her hair falls around her face, framing her delicate features. My eyes trail down her body to the swell of her breasts and the curve of her belly.
"Thank you, Robin," I reply, trying to sound disinterested, but my voice betrays me, softening just enough for her to notice. She offers a small smile before returning to her own desk.
"Focus, Boris," I scold myself, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. "This is not why you're here."
The week drags on, and I see the fatigue etching into Robin's features. Dark smudges beneath her eyes, shoulders slumped from more than just the weight of pregnancy. She's at her desk, buried under papers, phone pressed to her ear, multitasking like a maestro conducts an orchestra.
"Robin," I say firmly once she hangs up. "You need rest. Let me find someone else to take over for a while. At least until the baby arrives and you settle into your role as a mother."
She straightens, holding her head up high with determination. "No. I can handle it, Boris. I won't let our... situation stand in the way of my responsibilities."
Stubborn girl, I think. She's hardworking, resilient. Qualities I admire. But she needs support, even if she won'tadmit it. I'll make sure she gets it without stripping away her purpose here.
"Alright," I grumble, "You'll continue working in your position, but I will hire a second secretary to assist you and ease your workload."
“Fine,” Robin nods. “As long as she reports to me.”
I chuckle. “I knew you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Damn right, I won’t,” she says, turning back to her tasks.
I hire a second secretary the next day. She is efficient and discreet, a shadow that lightens Robin's load without casting darkness over her spirit. I watch as Robin patiently instructs her, pride swelling in my chest.
Robin doesn’t even realize it, but she’s the epitome of a Bratva Queen.
***
That Sunday, I walk out of my bedroom in the morning for a cup of coffee. I cross the laundry room and stop in my tracks when I notice Robin out of the corner of my eye.
She’s standing there with her back turned to me, wearing nothing but a towel. Her hair is wet, dampening the fabric slightly. She’s humming a soft tune, entirely lost in her own world.
The sight is both innocent and incredibly enticing. I can feel my heart race at the sight of her, sheer temptation standing before me.
I try to walk away, but a floorboard makes my presence known. I stop, not wanting to look like I’m avoiding her. Robinjumps, spinning around to face me with wide eyes, the towel clutched tightly to her chest.
“Boris! You scared me,” she gasps, color flushing her cheeks as she tries to maintain some semblance of composure.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” I reply, my voice perhaps a bit gruffer than intended. I avert my gaze.
“I don’t fit into most of my clothes, and the ones that do fit are in the dryer,” she explains.
I curse myself. I’ve been so focused on trying to keep my distance because of how much I desire her that I hardly show up for her in the way a husband should.
“I was thinking,” she mutters. “I’ll go shopping today.”
“Of course,” I nod. “My men will take you.”
“Thanks,” she whispers.
I call the head of operations and request they set up a personal car and fleet of safety cars for Robin’s disposal in perpetuity.
Then, I call my personal shopper and tell her to come to my house. When Sarah arrives, I introduce her to Robin.
“Hi,” says Robin, smiling at Sarah.
“Ma’am,” Sarah nods.
