Page 95 of Bratva's Intern

“You… miss me?”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” I said gruffly. “You must’ve grown on me or something.”

Wren laughed softly, the sound warm and delighted. “You’re terrible at this, but I miss you too, Mr. Morozov.”

“Will you be at my home tomorrow when I fly in?”

“Yes. What time is your flight?”

“I have a meeting at four. As soon as we’re finished, I’ll head home.”

“You might not be able to catch a flight last minute.”

“It’s cute you think I fly commercial.”

“Oh, right. When you told me you missed me, I forgot for a second who you were.” He sighed. “I wish you’d taken me.”

“Maybe next time. I may schedule a trip to London soon. Would you like to go then?”

At least that visit was pure business. Bringing him wouldn’t be putting his life at risk or anything.

You being with him is putting his life at risk.

But I could not let him go.

I always knew I was a selfish bastard.

“Are you kidding me? I’ve never even flown across states,” Wren gushed. “I’d love to see London.”

“It’s a business trip, Wren.”

“Even then.”

Note to self: extend my trip to London by at least a day to give Wren time to explore the city.

Jesus, what was he doing to me?

I lay back against the pillow, my hand beneath my head, ashe prattled on in his excitement about traveling to London. With everything he wanted to see and do, I would need to give him at least three days after I wrapped up my business.

“What’s this I hear about you firing the driver I hired for you?” I asked when he took a deep breath.

“Umm…”

“Wren.” His name came out with an exasperated sigh. Did he think he could hide it from me? I knew everything that happened at the office.

“I hired a new driver thatIliked. Does it matter who the driver is?”

Sneaky. Not only had he fired the driver I got to take him to and from work, but he’d hired Nik as a replacement. I’d have been furious if a part of me hadn’t also hated letting Nik go. The man had worked for me for years and had done nothing wrong until Wren came along.

“You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Well, you already knew that the first time we met and I stole your coffee.”

“You finally admit you’re a thief.”

“I paid you back for it!”

And that was the day it had all started. This descent into insanity that looked way too much like an emotion I’d avoided all my life.

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