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He just started a war with me.

I’m not going to play nice anymore.

I’ll never let that man get the better of me again.

Chapter 11 - Andrei

Whatever happened last night in the pool is still looping in my head.

I lay awake for hours thinking about her, trying to deny that she had any effect on me, but the truth is that I was forced to basically flee the scene to hide how fucking hard she made me.

And then I wasn’t able to sleep until I finally gave in and sorted myself out because the frustration was too much to handle.

All I wanted was to put her in her place. To try and put an end to these pranks. I planned to make her nervous or uncomfortable by being naked in the pool with her, but it went too far.

It backfired, and when I kissed her, my hand was drawn to her skin like a magnet. I had to know what she felt like. Her body is the ultimate perfection, and I couldn’t stop myself when I slipped my hand between her legs.

Even while I was doing it, I convinced myself that it was all part of my plan. But it wasn’t. And it felt so incredible that I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Dammit.

Even now, sitting at my desk, my cock is going hard as images of her flash through my mind. The soft little moan she made almost pushed me right over the edge.

“Alright, if we order today, we’ll be in time to get the lower pricing,” a voice comes through my speaker.

Shit.

I wasn’t paying attention. What did he just say?

I turn back to the Zoom meeting playing out on my laptop. Four squares, each showing someone’s camera stream, are lighting up my screen. The people in each block are focused with serious expressions. None of them are as distracted as I am.

The new stock. Right. Yes. Ok. This is important.

“How much are you planning to order? We already have a full warehouse, and we need to move that out before we see profits,” I say, tapping my fingers on the desk, agitated and frustrated that I wasn’t fully attentive for such an important discussion.

Tatiana is disrupting my entire life in ways she doesn’t even understand. I’ve never been one to daydream and lose track of what’s going on around me.

Last night’s prank—it started off with me being annoyed that she was naked, but ended up with me kissing and touching her in the pool. That was never supposed to happen. Why the fuck did I get in there with her? I should have ignored it all and gone to bed.

If I hadn’t managed to get a grip on myself and stop, I would have taken her, right then and there, where any of my staff or security could have seen us.

Dammit. I’m thinking about it again.

I brush my hand over my cock, trying to adjust it to a more comfortable position as the semi pushes against my pants.

Focus, Andrei.

Stop getting lost in fantasies.

The meeting goes on, and now we’re arguing over whether or not we should order more product at the lower price or move what we have first.

Footsteps sound down the hallway leading to my home office, and I look up at the door, waiting to see who’s coming. It’s probably Maggie, coming to see if I’m ready for lunch.

To my surprise, Tatiana walks in, making a leisurely show of it. I watch her wander in, not saying anything.

“Was there something you needed? I’m in the middle of a meeting,” I say sternly.

“Mm. A meeting. You meanbusiness. But where is your mistress? Shouldn’t she be here, too—if it’s nothing more than business, as you said?”

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