Page 42 of Plus-Sized Bratva Prisoner

“It was good. Just check my work, please, because I’m still getting used to that program.”

“Tia, I don’t have time to check your work and finish these other projects. We got three new clients this week. I need to give one of them to you.”

“I can’t take on another client yet, Yefim. I’m still finding my feet and getting to know the processes. You already have me working on five projects alone.”

I feel my lips curving into an annoyed grimace.

“If you quit your other job, you’d have more time,” I snarl angrily.

“Stop bringing that up. I do the editing in my free time. I have every right to do whatever I want in my free time,” she snaps back at me.

But I want her to spend her free time with me.

“Fine, Tia. I will ask someone else to help with the new projects.”

“Good,” she throws back at me, then turns to march out, her hips swaying to accentuate her annoyance, but all it does it turn me on.

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The next morning, my brother’s assistant, Zoey, is sitting in my office on the sofa working on one of the new projects with me. Tia walks in and sees the young, dark-haired girl in her tight black dress sipping on coffee and scanning through documents with me.

“Yefim?” Tia says cautiously, unsure if Zoey is a new client or not.

“Tia, Zoey. Zoey, Tia.” I wave my hand between them, introducing them.

“Hi, Zoey. Are you new here?”

“I’m just here to help with some of the overflow of work,” she smiles at Tia.

Then she turns to me and runs her hand across my leg.

I glance down at it, my brows knotting slightly.

“Yef, do you want more coffee? I’m finished, but I’ll need another cup if we are going to be getting through all of this. We might even have to stay late tonight.” She giggles.

Tia spins on her heels and marches out of the office.

She’s been stressed for a while, trying to hold down a few different jobs. I guess she is still feeling the pressure of all of it.

Zoey returns a little later with fresh coffee for both of us. She leans across the table we are working on, her cleavage practically spilling out of her dress into my lap as she does so.

I ignore it. She’s a beautiful girl, but she has nothing on Tia.

Besides, the overly forward flirtation isn’t attractive to me.

I glance out of the office door towards Tia’s office, wondering what she’s doing now.

Zoey sits down next to me, her thigh brushing up against mine.

I am about to move a little away when she says. “Oh, silly me, I left my coffee all the way on that side of the table.”

She giggles, stands up and leans over the table. Her dress is short, and I’m sitting eye-level to her ass as she bends. I can see the color of her lace panties. I snarl, annoyed at Zoey for being so blatantly forward with me. Perhaps I made a mistake bringing her in. Perhaps I should have opted for someone else. I know Zoey has always had a thing for me, but she’s damn good at getting things done in the office. She is taking her time reaching for her coffee, and I’m automatically staring at her, bent over the table, except it is not having the desired effect on me. All she is doing is annoying me. We have to work to do.

“Yefim." Tia is standing in the doorway again. She’s glaring at me, and I quickly shift my gaze off Zoey’s ass. Shit.

I’m sure that looked pretty bad.

Tia walks in and drops three binders onto the coffee table where we are sitting.

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