Page 42 of Innocent Bratva Twins

“Great.”

“Yes.”

I feel like a teenager having just asked out his first-ever date.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Alright.” She’s still smiling. “I hope you sleep well.”

I don’t want to say goodbye yet. “What did you have for dinner tonight?”

She laughs. “I had leftover spaghetti. What did you have?”

I sit down on the sofa, getting comfortable. “I had a steak and some salad.”

“Really? I didn’t know guys ate salad,” she teases me.

“I’ll have you know that I make a killer salad. It’s made up entirely of avocado, rocket leaves, and balsamic vinegar.”

“I’m not sure that counts as an actual salad.”

“It does. It’s an avowed salad.”

She’s laughing, and I can’t stop grinning.

“Sera, I should let you go—I just remembered how naked you are. You’re probably freezing cold, and I’m taking up your time.”

“No. I wrapped my big, fluffy robe around myself.”

“What color is it?”

“Pink, and there is a hood with bunny ears,” she giggles.

“Imagine that—little Ms. Perfect Assistant, who dresses to kill at the office, wears a pink fluffy bunny robe at home. I think I’d like to see this…"

We talk for an hour, teasing back and forth, laughing, enjoying each other’s stories. By the time we end the call, my cheeks are aching from smiling so much, and I’m a thousand percent excited to introduce her to my family.

Chapter 12 - Serafina

Nico is going to be here in half an hour to fetch me, and I’ve changed my outfit seven times already. I can’t figure out whether I should be smart casual or full professional. I mean, this is a family of businesspeople. Successful, serious, professional people. I’ve been practicing answering imaginary questions about my studies and what I majored in, and the articles my professor said were my best. I want them to know I’m capable and smart without sounding like I’m bragging. I just want to fit in with everyone and have Nico feel proud of me.

I’m so nervous.

I don’t know what to expect from his family dinner, but I’ve heard stories about how rich and successful his family is and how powerful they are in the business world. His family name was one of the main reasons I applied for the job at his company. I wanted to work for the best.

Well, I got what I wanted, and now I am about to have dinner withallof them, and I’m kind of freaking out.

Ihaveto impress them.

This means a lot to me. I assume it would mean a lot to him to be able to introduce me as a competent and professional assistant. My stomach knots tighter. Am I there as his assistant, orsomething else?

I want it to be something else, despite knowing it can’t be. He’s my boss. I’m only there to meet his family. People I might at some point need to interact with at work—that’s all.

But we have been getting on so well.

Things have changed drastically since our trip to New York.Since he took my virginity.

Is the black dress the right dress? Should I rather wear the blue one? Or maybe the pink one is professional but also has a hint of weekend style, relaxed vibes.

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