Page 14 of Hated By the Boss

Her phone vibrated just as the elevator reached her floor, and her heart did a little dance when she saw that it was Dmitry texting her. This was another thing that had changed between them. He texted her more often now, and sure, it was always about work...but still.

Maybe Keagan was right, Tahey thought ruefully. Maybe she was being a little too optimistic...but still.

Dmitry's text provided further information about their Paris trip.

Dmitry: Forgot to tell you that we'd be there for the weekend and be back in Miami by Monday. Bring something formal.

She sent a quick text back to acknowledge receipt and turned into a whirlwind right after as she took a shower, changed into something a little "nicer" for the trip, and finished packing in about an hour.

A second text from Dmitry instructed her to be at the building's helipad by three, and it nearly had her swooning.

A helicopter ride with Dmitry Adrianov?

Someone pinch her now!

But when she made it to the helipad...

Sasha couldn't help smirking when he saw the look on Tahey's face. "Gotta hand it to you, Ms. Baskerville. I've never had someone appear as disappointed as you did at seeing me."

Tahey was instantly horrified and dismayed. Sasha, after all, was considered one of the world's most eligible bachelors, while she was...no one.

The chopper's blades whirled to life as Sasha had one of the pilots take Tahey's luggage, and she found herself having to yell a little when he came back to her side.

"I wasn't disappointed. I was just—-"

"Hoping you could be riding the chopper with my big brother instead of me?"

Tahey could feel her cheeks further heating up. "It's not like that at all! I was just surprised—-"

Holy moly!

Tahey's speech came into an abrupt halt when Dmitry suddenly strolled up to join them, with the chopper's loud whirring having masked the sound of his approach.

Holy, holy moly.

Like her, the billionaire had also showered and changed, with his dark, swept-back locks still slightly wet and obviously hand-combed, while his suit had been replaced by something more casual: grey blazer, black shirt, and dark blue denims.

In a nutshell: sexy as heck, and Tahey could feel her throat going dry.

Hot.

He was so...

Hot.

Sasha's broad shoulders started to rock in silent mirth. He had no idea how things had been with Dmitry and the girl lately, but if she had hoped to keep her feelings secret, well...he was sorry to say that she was doing a rather bad job of it.

Dmitry glared at his secretary. How could this girl be so smart at her job and be dumb at everything else? Didn't she realize how everything she felt practically showed up on her face? Didn't she know that her wearing her heart on her sleeve was the biggest fucking turn-on for him?

He turned to his brother, thinking to ask Sasha to help Tahey into the chopper, but he was too late. Sasha had already gone in ahead of them, and Dmitry reluctantly turned back to Tahey.

"Come on." The gruffly spoken words were Tahey's only warning. The next thing she knew, her boss had once again wrapped his fingers around her wrist, and he was dragging her with him to the chopper. She had barely gotten over her shock at his touch when he was placing a hand on the small of her back as he helped her in.

Oh my God, oh my God.

First, her wrist.

Second, her back.

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