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Focus.

I turn back to my laptop and send another message. Two messages in the last thirty minutes. Well done, Yefim. Good work.

I sigh in frustration and she quickly looks up at me.

“Am I bothering you?” she asks nervously.

“Oh, no, it’s just—work stuff.” I wave my hand to dismiss her concern.

There is a very strange tension between us—we can’t stop glancing at each other, and I am wondering if she’s feeling the same thing I’m feeling.

I chuckle at the thought.

She grins and her entire face lights with mischief. My heart slams against my chest at the sight of her smile, and I can’t seem to catch my breath. Holy fuck, she is gorgeous.

Chapter 3 - Tia

I follow Yefim into his office, wondering what the hell I'm doing. Maybe I should have just said I’d finish it by coming in early on Monday instead. I know they wouldn't let me take files home as an intern, but I think coming in early would have been better than ending up in the boss's office on a Friday night.

I’m so nervous my hands are sweaty.

He holds the door open, then closes it behind himself once he is inside.

I swallow hard as he begins to close the blinds of his office windows as well.

He kind of waves his hand around the office as he speaks.

“You can sit anywhere you like. The chair there opposite mine at my desk is fine, or the couch there if you want to work at the coffee table or on your lap.”

“Thanks,” I say, glancing between the options. I can’t really work at the coffee table with the binder and my laptop, it would be too awkward, so I opt for his desk even though that means sitting really close to him.

Oh my word. Is it too late to go home? I think it is. Am I even going to manage to get this done with him watching me like that the entire time?

He keeps staring. I don’t know why, but it’s making me even more nervous.

I glance up at him and our eyes catch, locking in a very intense moment.

Wow.

His eyes are ice blue. They remind me of photos of the beaches in Iceland, giant blocks of ice wash ashore and the sun piercing through them, making them glow. His eyes look just like that.

A bit cold, piercing, and so intense that I can’t look away.

Yefim looks away first and I’m grateful for that.

I could have stared at his face for hours. He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. It’s late, and he has a dark shadow of stubble across his jaw. It suits him.

That, with his dark brown hair, bright blue eyes and that broad mouth—

Fuck.

Concentrate. You have to get this done. This is why you are in this weird situation, to begin with.

But why does he keep watching me?

Is he trying to decide if I’m useful to the company? Trying to gauge my work ethic or skills?

Dammit, he’s so intimidating, I kind of want to hide under the desk just to pull my thoughts together. He makes me so nervous, watching me constantly.

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