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“I have shit to do.”
“Try being the one who has to tell your mother that,” he gripes.
“My mother knows that my duty is to this Bratva.”
I start looking for Paige even before I turn the corner that leads to my office. When she comes into sight, she is still at her desk, nose buried in the NDA I left on her desk. The fact that she’s actually taking the time to read the damn thing is as impressive as it is irritating. She shouldn’t bother, though, seeing as how I could sum it up in a few short words:Don’t breathe anything to anyone or I’ll own your ass for life.
She glances up as we pass by her desk and her eyes flit to Konstantin. She gives him a barely-there smile. It’s friendly, nothing more, but my hackles rise nonetheless.
“Ms. Masters,” I growl, forcing her attention on me. “I told you I expected the NDA to be signed and delivered within the hour.”
She glances at the clock on the corner of her desk. “I still have thirteen minutes, sir.”
I ignore the jolt of sensation that her calling me “sir” sends to my nether regions. “Are you really reading the entire document?”
“I like to know what I’m signing before I sign it.”
“Given your history with leaping into ill-advised agreements, that seems surprising.” I run a hand through my hair.Jesus,this woman pisses me off without even trying.Without another word, I storm into my office.
I turn to shut the door behind me, but Konstantin is still standing in front of Paige’s desk. His smile is wide and blinding. Women find it charming, but I want to knock his teeth out.
“Konstantin!”
His focus breaks and he walks reluctantly to my office. I slam the door closed.
“Whoa,” he breathes. “Thatis your new P.A.?”
“Nothing gets by you, does it?”
“She’s a stunner.”
I pretend like his assessment of her doesn’t bother me as I stride to my desk. “I thought you were partial to blondes.”
“I’m partial tobeauty,” he corrects.
“Konstantin.”
“What?” he asks with that idiotic smile still plastered across his face.
“She’s my assistant.”
He frowns. “Yeah, I know. So?”
“Meaning she’s off-limits.”
His smile melts into disappointment. “Is this a finders-keepers scenario?”
I scowl. “I have no interest in that regard. But I need a competent assistant and she’s grossly overqualified for the job. I need her to stay.”
He raises his hands in surrender. “Then I’ll turn my charm in another direction. But… can you do me a favor in return?” he asks.
I raise my eyebrows. “That wasn’t a favor, Konstantin. It was an order.”
He sighs. “I hate it when you pull rank.”
“Believe it or not, I hate it, too.”
“Really?”
