Page 45 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

I grin, then sneak back to my desk. He has the biggest heart.

I’ve been paying attention to him over the past week or so, watching how he handles things, and how he speaks to the staff.

I especially admire how he treats his employees.

The more I watch him, the more I notice how gentle he is.

It’s strange because he comes across as this dominant man who always gets his way—and somehow, he is that—butpeople don’t do things for him out of fear. They do things for him because they admire him.

They admire him because of how he treats them.

Despite my best efforts not to, and my best efforts to stay guarded against him, I am starting to admire him too.

I turn my attention back to my textbooks. I can’t be so easily distracted if I want to reach my goals.

After a few more hours of study, I stand up to stretch. Lifting my arms above my head I yawn and lean back, flexing my shoulders. I didn’t realize how long I had been focused for. But that was a good session.

It’s still a while before dinner time, but I want to go and see what Oleg is up to.

I leave my books open, placing my pen in the curve of the page.

Wandering down the passage, I listen to see if I can hear anything.

His voice travels down the passage from his office.

He is laughing.

I quietly step close to the wall and inch closer, wanting to know what he’s talking about—and who he is talking to.

Lucky for me, his phone is on speaker.

But my heart tightens in my chest when I hear a female voice coming through the line on the other side.

“Oleg, you always make me laugh. That’s why I love doing business with you. Now tell me, when are you going to ask me out to dinner?”

“Tanya, we had our business dinner last month. Was there another meeting your wanted to schedule?” he asks, and I shake my head, even I know that wasn’t what she meant.

“No, silly. I meant we should see each other outside of business. Perhaps something more personal. I would love to find out who you are beneath all of those tailored business suits.”

Oleg clears his throat.

She is being so freaking blatant about her flirting that you can’t possibly tell me he didn’t understand this time.

But will he flirt back? Why is she flirting with him if he’s married? Did he not tell her he was married? Is he keeping it a secret from certain people because he wants to explore other options—like with her?

My heart starts beating too fast and I feel myself getting more and more upset.

“Tanya, you know my rules. I don’t mix business and pleasure. Besides, I doubt mywifewould be too happy with me,” he laughs, but it’s a polite laugh—not his genuine laugh. I know the difference. It eases my mind a little, but I’m still really annoyed that she tried to flirt with him.

Why would I be so jealous? It’s ridiculous. It’s not like I have some claim over him. Technically—sure—wearemarried. But it’s not like Iwantsome claim over him.

But then why am I so freaking jealous?

Outside his office door I stand hesitating. I want to march in there and tell him he’s not allowed to do business with that woman anymore.

Then I also want to laugh at myself for this silly reaction I’m having.

I sigh, too loudly, then freeze—listening for any indication that he heard me.

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