Page 35 of Taken By My Grumpy Pakhan

His voice washed over me like an ice bath, raising an army of goosebumps on my skin.

My voice trembled. “I really should—”

“I won’t ask twice. Step into the light.”

My feet began moving despite the sirens blaring in my head.

This would be the perfect time to resign and run till my heart gave up. He had a fucking gun in his hand, but the same voice that had encouraged me to kiss him in the elevator and to wear this outfit to work today was currently telling me a man who freed me from debt would not harm me.

I really needed to get my head and survival instincts checked.

I stopped a couple of inches away from him, painfully aware of his focus on me.

“Closer.”

I took another step.

His nostrils flared and his grip tightened on the glass of amber liquid I had just noticed in his other hand.

“I’ve had my cock inside you and you’re terrified of invading my personal space?”

Given the circumstance, my pussy had no business clenching the way she did, but she did, and now, moisture pooled in my panties.

I was such an idiot.

The smell of tobacco, sandalwood, and blood hit me the moment I entered his orbit.

My heart was a wild beast clawing at my chest for escape. Sweat collected in my palms and blood roared in my ears, spreading through me with a burning awareness as Kazimir continued his thorough perusal.

“I am absent from the office for one day and you decide to dress like that?” His voice was strained and rough at the edges. I couldn’t tell if he was pissed or offended.

“It’s just a skirt and a shirt. I won’t wear it again if it’s inappropriate.”

His lips curled. “I never said it was inappropriate.”

My lips formed an ‘o’. I’d never been more confused and scared in my twenty-six years of life.

“Closer.”

I took one last step, completely sealing off the distance between us.

Kazimir took a long gulp from his glass before setting it down while I watched with my heart in my throat.

“Tell me, were you disappointed when you didn’t see me after donning your little outfit? Was that why you stayed back? You hoped to repeat your little elevator stunt?”

What the…?

I straightened a little. I might’ve been desperate, but he didn’t need to know that.

“It’s just a skirt and shirt,” I repeated in the most monotonous voice I could muster in the situation.

“So if you left without seeing me, you would be totally fine?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And if I…”

His hand suddenly brushing my thigh caused a breath to catch in my throat.