Page 10 of Knocked-Up Bratva Prisoner

“No. Sorry,” I shrug, talking casually.

“No, sorry, what?” he says in horror.

“I didn’t enjoy that at all. My date is much more entertaining. You can step aside now and let me get back to my table.”

“Are you fucking—you’re kidding. You have to be kidding.”

“Oh, please, you would be able to tell if I was turned on. Do I look even slightly turned on to you?”

I shrug again, for emphasis.

His eyes roam over my body and stop, hovering over my nipples, which are hard as ice.

Shit.

“So, Alexei Dubrov. We are done here. You can move and let me go.”

“You’re lying to me, little fox,” he says darkly.

“Hm.” I pull my mouth to the side and raise my brows. “Am I?”

“You are.” He doesn’t seem too impressed with me.

He steps aside, though, giving me the space to leave. I push my shoulders back and reach for the door handle. I pull it open, and it takes everything in me not to turn around and look back at Alexei. I step out of the storeroom and walk straight to the ladies'.

When I am alone, I let out a heavy breath of relief.

My hands are shaking like crazy. Actually, my entire body is shaking.

This is absolutely mental.

I lean against the wall in the ladies' room, practically gasping for breath, pushing my hand against my heart to try and calm it down.

What the hell was that?

How did he turn me on so much from one kiss?

I run cold water over my hands, letting the bite of it ease my thoughts. Then I touch my hands to my face, trying to pull myself back into reality. This moment. Now.

I have a date outside. He’s probably already wondering if I’m okay.

That poor idiot was already wondering if something was wrong when we were sitting at the table.

I pull a paper down from the dispenser and press my face into it, drying off the water without messing up my make up.

Okay.

I’m okay.

I take one more very deep breath and then push the door open, walking back into the restaurant towards my table.

I am so relieved to see that Alexei has paid his bill and left. I don’t think I can look at him again after that.

I don’t even know what that was, but I am sure he didn’t believe me, not even for a second, when I told him it didn’t feel exciting or fun.

I sit back down in my chair and smile as sweetly as I can at my date.

This poor guy.

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