Page 84 of Bratva's Intern

What was the first thing you said to your boss after acting like his own personal sex toy the night before?

The bathroom door swung open, and I jumped. Maxim stepped inside like he owned the place. Which, okay, he did, but still. No knocking? What if I’d been taking a dump? That would have been embarrassing.

“What are you doing?” He pulled his brows together, scanning me with a sharp gaze.

I let out a nervous laugh and shifted my weight from one foot to the other. “Oh, nothing much. Just having a mini freak-out that, you know, my boss had his tongue up my ass last night.”

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, lips twitching like he was trying not to smile. “I fired you, remember?”

My stomach dropped. “You can’t fire me. I need that job.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do. I’m putting myself through college.”

“You’re on a full scholarship.”

Wait… what? I frowned, clutching the sink behind me. “I never mentioned that. How do you know that?”

“Sure you did.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“During your internship interview.”

Had I? I didn’t recall it coming up. The whole interview had been so quick, and I hadn’t answered the questions properly. I frowned, pursing my lips.

“Did you only hire me because you wanted to sleep with me? And please don’t lie.”

“No.”

He sounded sincere. I released a deep breath. “Okay, but I still can’t lose this job. The scholarship pays for my tuition and books, but there’s a little thing called bills I have to keep up with.”

“I can?—”

“No.” I shook my head vehemently. “I agreed to be your slut, not your prostitute, so don’t even think of offering me money.”

“I’ve got plenty of it.”

“Good, then you can afford to pay me a decent salary.”

“Thought you said you didn’t want to be my prostitute.”

I punched him in the gut. “As your personal assistant, not for sex.”

He grabbed my hand and held it to his chest. “I thought you hated working for me. How many times did you almost quit?”

“That’s because my boss can be a dick sometimes.” I grinned at the rage that came over his features. “But it’s okay because he motivates me to be better too, and that’s why I can’t quit. I’m actually learning by being your PA, Maxim.”

“I can still teach you everything you need to learn.”

“It’s not the same. Sleeping with you is great and all—like so fucking great—but we should confine this to outside the office.”

Maxim scowled. “I can’t agree to that.”

“You have to.”

“What if I have you call me Mr. Maxim when we do it at the office? Will that help?”

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