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Chapter Thirteen
Nikolay tried to work that day, but after the night he had with Courtney, it was hard. He couldn't help but admire the way she had gone in to get Cindy out, even though she lost a shift because of it. It didn't help that she did it while still in her uniform. It was enough to make him hard for the rest of the night.
Not even having her wear his shirt helped. He could imagine her wearing it after spending the night with him, in his bed, with her hair tousled and her face relaxed in a satisfied smile after...
He shook his head and tried to focus on the inventory reports so he could figure out what he needed more of and how he should adjust his prices. He couldn't let Courtney cloud his mind and keep him from working. Even if everything she told him made him like her and want her even more.
She had even made him open up about Dimtri. He hadn't shared that or discussed his brother with anyone but Valov before. But he had felt so comfortable around her last night, and he had trusted her so much...
She was dangerous. That was for sure. He couldn't believe he had opened up to her like that. He needed to watch himself around her or she would have too much power over him.
“You look like shit,” Scarlett said from the doorway to his office. She put a steaming mug of tea down in front of him, right on the inventory report. “Does it have something to do with blondie coming in wearing nothing but your t-shirt, or with Cindy?”
He groaned and rubbed his face with his hands. “Both,” he said. “We were able to get Cindy out all right, though. She is now staying at my place and is safe.”
“That's good,” she said. “You must have had a late night.”
He did but it wasn't because of Cindy. It was because he couldn't stop thinking about Courtney, no matter how hard he tried. “I think I am forgetting myself,” he said. “I tend to do stupid things around Courtney and I know sooner or later it's going to get me in trouble.”
“It might not,” Scarlett replied. She sat down in a chair on the other side of Nik's desk. “Look, I know you’ve been burned in the past, but believe me, Courtney's not like that. She's not going to hurt you. Plus, you too are cute together.”
“I thought the same thing about Samantha, remember?” Nikolay asked. “And then she wrote a hit piece on me.”
That was through complete stupidity on his part; ranting to someone he had just met about his troubles. He had had a bad day and Samantha had been kind enough to listen. Or at least he had thought she was kind. He had no idea she was blogger trying to make it big. When she reported on him online, it quickly went viral and his life was ruined. He swore to himself that he would never make the same mistake again. With smart phones and eager people seeking an easy means to fame and fortune, anything he shared could easily end up online, again.
“Believe me, if Courtney was a reporter, she wouldn't be here. I haven't seen anyone with more integrity than she has, with the exception of you. You can trust her if you trust me.”
“Of course I trust you,” he replied. “But how can I trust her when all I can think about is fucking her and opening myself to her in a way that I’ve never done?” Shaking his head, “How do I balance my intense desire to protect her with this raging erection I get every time I think about her?”
“Well, first, that might have been TMI,” Scarlett replied as she chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wound up about someone before. Maybe that's a sign that you can trust her,” she added.
“Maybe. All I know is that I can't stop thinking about her,” he whispered.
“Believe me, I know,” Scarlett said dryly. “You can hide it from most people, but you can't hide from me: you're a wreck.”
Nik nodded. “That I am.” He sighed, “I don't know what to do, Scarlett.”
“Well, to start off, you can stop trying to protect yourself from her because
Chapter Thirteen
Nikolay tried to work that day, but after the night he had with Courtney, it was hard. He couldn't help but admire the way she had gone in to get Cindy out, even though she lost a shift because of it. It didn't help that she did it while still in her uniform. It was enough to make him hard for the rest of the night.
Not even having her wear his shirt helped. He could imagine her wearing it after spending the night with him, in his bed, with her hair tousled and her face relaxed in a satisfied smile after...
He shook his head and tried to focus on the inventory reports so he could figure out what he needed more of and how he should adjust his prices. He couldn't let Courtney cloud his mind and keep him from working. Even if everything she told him made him like her and want her even more.
She had even made him open up about Dimtri. He hadn't shared that or discussed his brother with anyone but Valov before. But he had felt so comfortable around her last night, and he had trusted her so much...
She was dangerous. That was for sure. He couldn't believe he had opened up to her like that. He needed to watch himself around her or she would have too much power over him.
“You look like shit,” Scarlett said from the doorway to his office. She put a steaming mug of tea down in front of him, right on the inventory report. “Does it have something to do with blondie coming in wearing nothing but your t-shirt, or with Cindy?”
He groaned and rubbed his face with his hands. “Both,” he said. “We were able to get Cindy out all right, though. She is now staying at my place and is safe.”
“That's good,” she said. “You must have had a late night.”
He did but it wasn't because of Cindy. It was because he couldn't stop thinking about Courtney, no matter how hard he tried. “I think I am forgetting myself,” he said. “I tend to do stupid things around Courtney and I know sooner or later it's going to get me in trouble.”
“It might not,” Scarlett replied. She sat down in a chair on the other side of Nik's desk. “Look, I know you’ve been burned in the past, but believe me, Courtney's not like that. She's not going to hurt you. Plus, you too are cute together.”
“I thought the same thing about Samantha, remember?” Nikolay asked. “And then she wrote a hit piece on me.”
That was through complete stupidity on his part; ranting to someone he had just met about his troubles. He had had a bad day and Samantha had been kind enough to listen. Or at least he had thought she was kind. He had no idea she was blogger trying to make it big. When she reported on him online, it quickly went viral and his life was ruined. He swore to himself that he would never make the same mistake again. With smart phones and eager people seeking an easy means to fame and fortune, anything he shared could easily end up online, again.
“Believe me, if Courtney was a reporter, she wouldn't be here. I haven't seen anyone with more integrity than she has, with the exception of you. You can trust her if you trust me.”
“Of course I trust you,” he replied. “But how can I trust her when all I can think about is fucking her and opening myself to her in a way that I’ve never done?” Shaking his head, “How do I balance my intense desire to protect her with this raging erection I get every time I think about her?”
“Well, first, that might have been TMI,” Scarlett replied as she chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wound up about someone before. Maybe that's a sign that you can trust her,” she added.
“Maybe. All I know is that I can't stop thinking about her,” he whispered.
“Believe me, I know,” Scarlett said dryly. “You can hide it from most people, but you can't hide from me: you're a wreck.”
Nik nodded. “That I am.” He sighed, “I don't know what to do, Scarlett.”
“Well, to start off, you can stop trying to protect yourself from her because
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