Page 66 of The Bratva Bosses' Nanny

Emma takes the shot glass of vodka out of Nikolai’s hand.

“This is your third one. That’s enough.”

He shrugs. “I was barely getting started, baby.”

She downs the vodka and places the glass on the table in front of her, next to my and Aleksandr’s empty glasses.

“I can’t keep up with you guys,” she says, smiling sweetly.

Emma’s words draw a chuckle from me. “You’re trying to keep up with Nikolai in drinking? Good luck with that.”

Nikolai gives her a playful, mock-hurt look. “Hey, I’m a good influence.”

Aleksandr, who’s been quietly observing from his chair, adds with a smirk, “Yeah, a good influence on how to empty a bottle in record time.”

Emma laughs, the sound light and carefree. “I should’ve known better than to challenge a Russian to a drinking contest.”

I lean closer to her, lowering my voice to a teasing whisper. “There are other contests you’d fare better in.”

She raises an eyebrow, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Oh? Like what?”

I glance at Aleksandr and Nikolai, who are both watching us with amused interest. “Like seeing who can drive the others crazy first,” I suggest, the double meaning clear.

Nikolai grins, leaning back in his seat. “Now that’s a game I’d like to see.”

“I’m not sure it’s a fair game,” she says, shaking her head with a feigned seriousness. Emma’s response draws a round of laughter from us.

“Why not?” I ask, playing along with the tease.

She lets her gaze drift from my eyes down to my lips, a playful glimmer in her eyes. “Because it’s three versus one.”

Nikolai leans in, his tone mockingly sympathetic. “Oh, poor Emma. Outnumbered and overwhelmed,” he says with a grin.

Aleksandr joins in, his voice smooth and teasing. “We could always take turns, make it more... manageable for you.”

Emma laughs, the sound light and filled with mirth. “Manageable? I think you guys are the ones who should be worried. I might just surprise you.”

Her words spark a playful challenge in the air, each of us eager to rise to the occasion. It’s a game of wit and flirtation, a dance of words and glances that only adds to the anticipation of what the night holds.

I lean closer to Emma, whispering in her ear. “We accept your challenge, but remember, you asked for it.”

She bites her lips, a playful look in her eyes. “I’m not afraid of you,” she says.

I respond by kissing her softly on the neck, letting my tongue trace slow, sensual circles around her smooth skin as I pull back.

“You should be.”

Nikolai chuckles, a deep sound that resonates in the quiet room. “Looks like Dmitri’s already taking the lead in our little game.”

Aleksandr watches the exchange, an amused smile playing on his lips. “The night’s still young,” he says, a spark of playful competition in his eyes.

Emma leans back, a confident smile spreading across her face. “You’re going to need more than that to scare me,” she teases.

Emma’s phone interrupts the moment, its ringtone slicing through the charged atmosphere. She glances at it, apologetically holding up a finger. “Sorry, guys, I need to take this. It’s Zoe, my best friend.”

As Emma disappears into the kitchen, I can hear fragments of her conversation with Zoe. Her voice, thoughmuffled by the swinging doors, carries a tone of reassurance. “Yes, yes, everything’s great, Zoe,” she says.

I try to focus on what’s being said, curious about Zoe’s demeanor. From the bits and pieces I catch, Zoe seems distracted, almost flustered. Her words are vague, nothing specific, yet there’s an undercurrent of... something. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but her tone suggests she’s not just making casual conversation.

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