Page 70 of Stay Toxic

“I’m not on birth control,” I admitted eventually.

I heard his belt clicking as he shoved his cock back into place.

“Why are you here,Kisa?”

“Kisa?” I asked in confusion.

I love a manly man. As long as it’s around the house fixing stuff.

—Brecken’s secret thoughts

BRECKEN

“Kitten,” he growled. “Why are you here?”

I bit my lip and stood up from the desk, very aware that I’d just left a pool of juices on whoever’s desk we’d just fucked on.

“A teacher conference,” I explained. “Continuing education.”

I quickly dressed, using a tissue on the end of the desk to clean myself up as best as I could.

He watched me, heat in his eyes, and watched me get completely dressed before saying, “So you’re telling me that you just so happened to not only get into the city that I’m in, but you also come into the exact shop where I’m questioning someone?”

“Questioning?” I teased. “Was that what you were doing?”

And why wasn’t I affected by the fact that he was torturing someone when I’d come into the room?

Then again, I guess that’s what I get for being nosy.

“It’s all that you’re going to get,” he admitted as he finished getting himself situated. “This can’t happen again.”

I looked at him then, knowing that he was touched in the head if he thought I was going to believe him.

He might not want this to happen again, but it appeared that fate kept throwing us together for a reason.

“You’re a bad guy, I know,” I said instead of being embarrassed with how intensely he was watching me. “But no one said that bad guys can’t have good girls.”

“And you think that you…” The freezer door opened, and a pair of scared eyes peeked out from between the crack of the door and the wall.

Upon seeing us standing across the room in the small office, the door closed with a loud thud, and the lock engaged again.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said as he headed out of the office.

I caught up with his angry stride and walked with him side by side.

We made it out onto the sidewalk when he came to an abrupt halt with all the police vehicles and fire trucks came into view.

“What the fuck?” he asked.

“Someone pulled the fire alarm, boss,” the man I’d come to know as Artur, called out from his spot against the building.

“Where were you when this one slipped in?” Shasha asked Artur.

“You’ve spent the last week telling us to let her be. I thought this time was no different.” Artur shrugged. “Get any answers?”

The two men started to converse in Russian—at least I thought it was Russian—next, leaving me completely confused.

Artur took off a few seconds later, his phone to his ear.

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