Page 107 of Bratva's Vow
And terrified someone on campus was going to notice the change. While I hadn’t made any “off-campus” friends, during the semester, there were a few people I’d hung out with.
“I want you to still tell me. And stop fussing with your hair. You look gorgeous.”
I grew still. “Holy shit, Maxim, are you watching me? You have a camera in the bedroom?”
“What? Are you mad?”
“Oh my god.”
“It’s not so bad. When I miss you today, I can rewatch the videos of us together.”
I slapped my hands to my cheeks. “Of us fucking, you mean?”
“Yes. Something tells me I’m going to end up jerking off at least once today. I can’t get enough of you, Wren.”
I swallowed hard, my skin flushing and heat spreading down my neck. “Maxim, you have to take the camera down. It’s creepy.”
“I’ll let you watch the footage tonight first, and then you decide if you really want me to take it down.”
“There’s no reasoning with you.”
“Then stop arguing. Now tell me what classes today?” he asked.
“Commercial property valuation, then ethics in real estate—yes, that’s a real class—and finally, urban planning and zoning. Riveting stuff.”
“You don’t need class to understand all that stuff.”
“No kidding. How about I quit final year and spend the rest of the time interning for you?”
“That sounds like a good idea. I wouldn’t have to send abodyguard with you to classes. You would get hands-on experience?—”
“Not the kind of hands-on experience needed for real estate. You want me in the office so you can bend me over your desk anytime.”
“Is that a crime? I paid you well, didn’t I?”
I choked and gasped on a fit of laughter. “I knew all that money wasn’t because I fetched your coffee. Well, newsflash, you overpaid me by at least several thousands.”
“Nope, every penny was well spent. You could have asked me for a raise, and I’d have given it to you. You flash that pretty hole at me, and you’ve got anything you want.”
My face was tomato red in the mirror. Who talked like that? He had no shame. And I liked it.
“Babe,” I said, quieter now. “Thank you. For yesterday. The laptop, the clothes, all of it. You didn’t have to.”
“You’re welcome. You deserve it.”
It was hard to feel like I did. What did I do for him but sleep with him? And he didn’t have to compensate me for that. All those orgasms were compensation enough.
“You packed the laptop?” he asked. “Don’t leave anything because you didn’t pack last night like I told you.”
“Well, excuse me, but when I see you taking eight inches?—”
“Wrong.”
“Well, I know it’s not less than that. Whatever it is, when you can take that comfortably up your ass and not be dazed for the rest of the day, then you can talk!” I glanced at the sleek black case sitting on the dresser—the new MacBook he’d all but bullied me into buying. And not the cheap one I had reached for first either. The most expensive one they had in the store. It took me hours to figure out how to set up the thing.
“You’re pretty feisty today, aren’t you?”
“Because you’re far away and can’t do anything about it.”
