Page 9 of Taken By My Grumpy Pakhan

“Gen…” She took a step closer and I already knew what she was looking at before she spoke. “Is that a hickey on your neck?”

I cursed beneath my breath. In my hurry to leave Kazimir’s bed and the office before he woke up, I’d forgotten to properly button my shirt.

“Ihadsexwithmyboss,” I breathed out at once, finally bringing my eyes to Anna.

The expression on her face told me she heard exactly what I said, still, a brow raised in question. “What?”

“I had sex with my boss,” I repeated it slowly.

A beat passed before she morphed into a Cheshire cat. “Your boss, Kazimir Ivanovich, aka the man behind all your—”

“Yes. Anna. That one.”

She was at my side in a flash. “Tell me all about it. I hope my stupid calls didn’t bother you?”

I chuckled at her switch. “Now the call’s stupid, huh?”

“Anything that would keep Kazimir’s cock away from your pussy qualifies as stupid.”

“Anna!”

“What? It’s the moment we’ve been waiting for, now out with it.”

I gave her the details of my night, recounting everything without missing a beat and with every detail I divulged, my haste to leave the penthouse didn’t seem like such a wise idea.

“Woah.” Anna finally came around, picking her jaw from the floor. “I mean, the man looks like sex on legs, I just didn’t think he would be that attentive.”

Heat spread through my cheeks when I remembered a particular detail of the night. “He was also really gentle with the aftercare.”

“OMG, did you cuddle?”

“Nah.” I watched her excitement deflate. “But he did clean me up with a warm towel and offered me a shirt to sleep in.”

“Damn. I’m happy for you, girl.”

“I am happy for me too.”

“Well.” She got back on her feet. “I guess I’ll let you get ready for work. Remember, fucking the boss doesn’t mean you get to slack.”

My eyes followed her to the kitchen where she picked two mugs from the shelf. I watched as she carefully made two cups of coffee, a routine we’ve had since college, and realized how little, everyday tasks could become huge when the thought of losing it loomed ahead. This might as well be the last time I took part in the tradition.

“…..I’m thinking elevator sex since he has a private one but I can totally see him bending you over… Gen? You there?”

I looked at her, only noticing my wet lashes when I blinked.

“Are you good? Is this about losing your virginity because—”

“I’m leaving.”

Anna’s fingers paused above the kettle.

“I was going to wait till I had collected my last payment and helped pay off the rent to give you time to find a new place before telling you, but now, I feel this is the time.”

She walked over to me, two mugs of steaming coffee in both hands. “Is this because of last night?”

I took the cup from her outstretched hand, my lips curving into a smile. “No. I already made a list and decided it was best. I spend my last days relaxed and at home and not slaving away to corporate life. I’m only saying it now because last night made me realize I didn’t have to wait for special occasions. And the office I am trying to help till they find a replacement would replace me in a flash if I died. What use is the money if I won’t be here to spend it?”

Anna took a sip of her drink, completely avoiding my eyes. I had debated between disappearing and leaving a note to save us the pain of goodbyes.