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Without saying anything, just a grin on my face, I turn and walk out of the office.
Chapter 13 - Tia
I can’t believe I had sex with him on my desk, in my office. It was far too risky, and anyone could have walked in.
It also annoys the hell out of me because I know it was just physical for him. I mean, he didn’t even say a word afterwards—just that stupid satisfied grin—before he turned and walked away.
Okay, but that isn’t even themostannoying part. The most annoying part is that I can’t stop thinking about it.
I want more.
I so desperately want more. Holy fuck, it felt incredible. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and the way he moved inside me—
There is a knock at my office door, and I sit up straight at my desk. It’s been two days since that happened, and I keep finding myself drifting off in a daydream about it. Every time someone knocks on my door, I hope it’s him, ready for another round.
But it’s not Yefim.
I feel my face pulling into bitch mode and try and hide it at least a little, for the sake of being professional.
“Zoey. What can I do for you?” I say as politely as I can, but it’s nearly impossible to hide my dislike for this woman.
She saunters into my office, her long, shapely legs, slender waist and supermodel figure, childishly makes me hate her even more. Of course, Yefim would take any chance he got with her. She’s fucking gorgeous. She’s the tall, thin girl in the magazines, and I’m the frumpy, chubby girl he got stuck marrying.
I sigh loudly and sit up straighter, pulling my stomach in a little.
Zoey puts some paperwork on my desk. “Yefim asked me to hand these over to you. They're the documents we were working on last night, after everyone else had left.” She grins—a smile I do not appreciate.
Of course, yes, I do think that she will or already has successfully seduced Yefim. She throws herself at him and he doesn’t exactly tell her not to. He clearly likes sex—that is obvious from what he did to me on the desk.
I sigh again as Zoey leans her perfect body up against my desk. “Will you do the shipment sections for these clients?”
I pick up the stack of documents, stapled together at the top corner. I glance at them, not really looking, just not wanting to look at how gorgeous Zoey is anymore.
“Sure.”
“Okay, thanks. Yefim and I might work late again tonight.”
My eyes raise up towards her, shooting fire and anger.
“Yefim and I have plans,” I snap angrily.
“Oh,” she says, cool and casual. “He didn’t mention them. Perhaps he forgot.”
We don’t actually have plans.
I just hate the idea of them spending another late night alone here.
Besides,heis the one who was always telling me we aren’t allowed to work late. I roll my eyes at myself.
It’s a marriage of convenience. Nothing else. I don’t know why I’m getting so worked up.
“Is that all?” I snap at Zoey, who is still grinning at me.
“Yes, that’s all,” she sing-songs, and then strides her long, gorgeous legs out of my office.
Just as I am about to tell myself out loud that I’m being ridiculous, there is another knock at my door. I turn towards it to tell Zoey I’m busy and she should go the hell away—but it’s not Zoey.
“Wow, Tia, you look like hell warmed up,” Anya says, walking through the doorway. “What’s wrong?”
