Her Russian Billionaires #3 NIKOBy: Susan Westwood
Nikolai stood outside the ladies’ room door. Destiny had escaped into it after their meeting. He wanted to reassure her that he wouldn’t give up their secret.
Destiny opened the door, looking less harried than she had in Yuri’s office.
“You okay?” he said.
She nodded. “I need to get back to my desk.”
He put a hand out to stop her. “I’m not going to say anything.”
She brushed past him. He couldn’t blame her for being uncomfortable. He was a little nervous also, though if anyone knew, they would pat him on the back. Why was it such a double standard? Women should get high fives for the guys they bed also.
He watched her stride away from him, wishing he could say something to make this right. He’d like her in his bed tonight. Should he just be honest? He could work and play with her. That wouldn’t be a problem.
He would have followed her, but he had a meeting with someone; Martin Krevchenko, the person who probably thought he was going to run the company. Nothing like starting off strong. Nikolai had specially asked for the meeting to be in Krevchenko’s office to make the man think he was in control.
Nikolai knocked on the man’s door then entered before he could say anything. Martin was at his desk, looking surprised that someone had walked in.
“May I help you?” Martin said.
Nikolai had worked summers here in college, but Krevchenko hadn’t been there then. He’d joined after Nikolai had graduated and moved up the company ladder quickly. He thought Martin was into the office politics and was probably a good schmoozer.
Which meant Nikolai didn’t trust him. He entered the office as if he owned it, which in a sense he did, then closed the door behind him.
Martin looked at him worried. “Do I need to call security?”
“I’m Nikolai Alman.”
He let the words stand. He wasn’t going to explain. Martin seemed to recover. A fake smile appeared on his face as he rose with his hand extended. “Martin Krevchenko. I had heard you were coming in today.”
Nikolai shook the man’s hand, holding it longer than he should have to put him off balance. He didn’t like this man who he had just met. His law enforcement career had taught him to trust his instincts. This man pinned his bullshit-meter.
Even after only exchanging a few words.
“Nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you, Nik. Can I call you Nik?”
“Oh, then Nikolai. Your father is so proud of your career.”
Nikolai wanted to throw up on the man’s desk. He might have diabetes after this meeting because this man was being so sickeningly sweet. He sat down without being asked.
Martin blinked then sat in his own chair. “I’m sorry about your dad.”
Nikolai continued to stare at the man.
“Can I get you some coffee or water?”
“I’m just meeting the main executives of the company. I’ve met with my dad and he’s given me the rundown on everyone,” Nikolai said.
“I hope he only said good things about me.”
Nikolai only flashed him a small smile. This guy couldn’t be this much of an ass-kisser could he? Probably how he got his job. As long as he did his job and kept his nose clean, Nikolai actually didn’t care if he liked him or not. Or if Martin had any feelings toward Nikolai.
Didn’t matter. This was business. He had plans to only mix business and pleasure with Destiny.
“What I’d like from you is a report about your job duties.”
“Didn’t Destiny give you that?”
“I do have that. I want it in your own words. Everyone on this floor, including administrative assistants, will be required to do this. No need to feel singled out.”
“Will Destiny have to do one?”
Why was he so interested in what Destiny was doing?
“Of course. She’s on this floor.”
“I’m sure there will be some duties she won’t mention.”
What the hell was this man talking about? If he was intimating what Nikolai though he was intimating, he wanted to pound him into the ground. Then again, he knew nothing about Destiny other than she’d picked him up in a bar and had sex with him.
Martin made a fist then looked like he was punching the air in front of him. A universal sign for sex. Nikolai had a choice at this moment. If he said anything, he might out himself. If he ignored the man, he could pretend he hadn’t seen it. Either way the gesture was rude and made Nikolai’s blood boil.
“I’m sure she’ll tell me everything pertinent to the job. I have a few more people to meet before days’ end. Thanks for your time. I expect that report on my desk by end of the day tomorrow.”
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