Page 4 of Plus-Sized Bratva Prisoner

“Hello?” I say loudly.

She jumps up in her chair and looks around herself, her wide brown eyes are bewildered and confused.

She sees me standing there staring at her and her plump cheeks flush bright pink.

“Mr. Dubrov?” she says in shock.

“Yes,” I snap back at her. “What the hell are you doing, sleeping at your desk? We have strict company rules about not working late. Why are you still here?”

“I just wanted to finish this one project. I’m so close to completing it. If I can just—"

“But you know you aren’t supposed to be here after hours.”

She shifts uncomfortably in her chair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that. But please, I’m so close—"

“How can you not know that?”

“I’ve only been here for a week, sir.” She bites her lower lip nervously.

“I see. You’re the new intern. What’s your name?”

“Tia.”

“Tia, it’s past eight. You need to go home.”

She shakes her head and looks horrified. Who would look horrified to be told they need to go home on a Friday night?

“Please, Mr. Dubrov. I really want to finish this. If I don’t, it’s going to throw my whole schedule off. I’ll be thinking about it all weekend.”

“You should be out having a drink with friends,” I reply, more to find out about her than anything else.

“Drinks? I can’t remember when last I had time to go out with friends.” She laughs. “My life is all work and no play at the moment, but it’s okay. I don’t mind. Please, just let me stay longenough to finish what I need to do. Then I'll leave. I won’t get in anyone’s way.”

I sigh in annoyance, but in all honestly, her determination to get her work done has impressed me. I’m more intrigued by her with every passing moment.

“Fine, but you can’t work down here. Come and work up in my office. The cleaners will be coming through here soon, and youwillbe in the way. Besides, I’m sure it’s not safe for you to be alone.”

“I don’t think—"

“Gather your things and come and work in my office,” I demand abruptly.

I can’t let her stay down here after hours. My brothers and cousins often use the building in the evenings for the illegal side of our operations, and I can’t have her seeing any of that.

Dubrov Enterprises is the cover business for what we really do—the import and export of illegal substances. Sometimes weapons. None of our employees know that, though, and we prefer to keep it that way to ensure their safety and our own.

I step slightly away from her desk to give her some space to stand up and get her things together.

She’s gorgeous.

She’s wearing a body-hugging navy-blue skirt and a white blouse. The high-waisted skirt hugs her full, well-rounded hips and shows off her voluptuous curves.

I’ve always preferred a woman with plus-size curves, and she is the epitome of perfection by my standards.

My eyes are tracing up and down over her body when she turns to speak to me. “Can I take my laptop up there?”

She notices me staring at her.

Her cheeks grow even more pink.

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