Page 28 of Bratva's Intern

“Jess, it’s okay!” I cried, but she was in her Amazon mode, and nothing could stop her from battering poor Darius. “Jess, please. Calm down so I can explain.”

“He burst into my room!”

“I was checking it was safe! You said to come in.”

“I thought you were Wren.”

Dear god, neither of them was listening to me.

“That’s enough.”

Mr. Morozov’s booming voice settled over us as he stepped forward. His stern gaze landed on Darius and Jess.

Jess stopped midyank, fingers still buried in Darius’s hair. Darius stopped attempting to dislodge her. Nik, caught in the act of reaching for Jess, went stock-still.

EvenIforgot how to breathe.

Something about the way Mr. Morozov spoke—deep, firm, absolute—commanded the air around him. It shifted things. Made my heart stutter. This was a man who could get the earth to stand still if he wanted.

Slowly Jess turned her head and looked at Mr. Morozov for the first time. Her towel, which had been precariously secured, shifted dangerously.

“You!” Her gaze shifted to me. “Wren? What are you doing here with him?”

I gave a nervous laugh. “Umm, because of the accident I told you about, Mr. Morozov wanted to ensure I got home safely.”

“Oh.” Jess yanked at Darius’s hair. “Then he’s not a pervert?”

“Jesus Christ, woman. Are you trying to make me bald?”

“Oh, shit.” Jess released her hold on Darius and slid down his back.

Right out of her towel.

A naked Jess stood in the center of the living room, a blush of mortification flaming her cheeks, spreading down her neck and to the flushed tips of her breasts. Stunned, I couldn’t move. Everything—everything—was on gorgeous display.

“Shit.” Darius reacted first, grabbing the towel from the floor. He practically threw it at her front. Nik had wrestled out of his jacket and held it to her back, sandwiching her between himself and Darius.

“Wren!” Jess bellowed. “What the hell is going on? Why am I being sandwiched by two oversized Russian men? Not that I’m opposed, but you could have given me a heads-up you were bringing home an orgy.”

I groaned. “I’m so sorry, Jess. This is just one big misunderstanding.” Huffing a deep breath, I planted my hands on my hips and glared at Mr. Morozov. “Are you happy now? You’ve completely turned my life upside down.”

“You mean you’re against an orgy?”

He grinned, and I sucked in a deep breath. Sure, I’d always been aware he was handsome, but up close, with that grin, the wicked spark in his eyes was entirely mesmerizing.

“You’re m-m-my boss. You can’t say that to me.”

Could he?

“Never mind.” He took my good arm. “Where’s your bedroom?”

My stomach dropped. He couldn’t be serious.

“What?”

He glanced around. “You came from that direction”—he nodded to Jess’s bedroom door—“which means…” He eyed my bedroom door. “Bingo. Let’s go.”

“This is not an orgy!” I bellowed.

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