make sure she enjoys it too.
I’m a gentleman like that.
She coughs and fiddles with the pen, clicking the end of it again. I bet in about three minutes flat, my little miss sunshine is going to have a complete meltdown.
“Go grab coffees,” I tell them both, letting her off the hook she’s dangling on so fetchingly. “I’ll call you in later, Cassie.”
“Do you mind if we talk now?” Jonathon asks. “I have a dentist appointment at eleven and had booked a long lunch.”
I glance at my watch. “Not at all, grab a seat.”
He takes the seat in front of me and smiles. “Thank you, Mr. Silvanov.”
I smile at him, trying to put him at ease. “Call me Konstantin,” I say. “Not Mr. Silvanov, and definitely not sir.” I chuckle, making a joke of the moment.
“Yeah, she’s not herself these days.” He nods out the door after Cassie.
“Oh?” Normally I’d have shut down such an avenue of conversation straightaway and moved onto general matters of his job, but this is my little miss sunshine, he’s talking about, and I want to know more.
“Yeah, don’t say anything, but she’s had a bad time of it. She was engaged to one of the managers here. They were supposedly getting married in six months, but he finished things with her. Normally, she’s cool and levelheaded.”
“Okay, I’ll bear that in mind. Thank you. Now tell me, what would make your job easier?” I move things back onto a more professional footing.
I sit back as he talks and make notes on what he tells me, but half the time my mind drifts back to Cassie, and the fact she keeps finding herself being treated like shit by the men in her life.
Cassie has been playing around with boys, and she needs a man. I might not be all about the hearts and flowers and a future, but my women always enjoy their time with me, and why not? They get great sex on tap, a lot of gifts, and treated like princesses, until I grow bored.
Still, mixing business with pleasure is always a risky move.
Ever since the mess I made screwing my assistant many years ago in Moscow, and hurting my then wife’s feelings, I’ve never mixed business with pleasure again. Not once.
Now, though, I want this girl so bad I know I’m going to break every rule I have. Every line in the sand is about to be kicked over and covered up just so I can have a taste of her.
It’s immoral because she works for me. It’s immoral because I’m about to push her into doing something highly illegal. It’s immoral because I’m so much older than her. She’s naïve. She isn’t tough and hardened like the supermodels I fuck around with who have had to deal with shit you wouldn’t believe since they were first discovered at fifteen-years-old. Those women know how the world works. Cassie still thinks it’s a good place, full of good people.
I’m a billionaire, and she’s working her ass off for thirty-k a year.
I mix with presidents and prime ministers and have shaped the affairs of whole nations. Cassie can’t get help sorting out her student debt.
Talk about a power differential that shouldn’t be exploited. Luckily for me, I’m not a moral man, or even one who follows the legalities. I don’t care if I must break every rule and burn my own code of conduct to ashes; I need to have her call me sir again.
Seems like plan A is back on the table. Make Cassie hack Popov by whatever means necessary, and get Cassie under me by whatever means necessary.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cassie
“What the fuck is going on with you today?” Suzy watches me as I try to control my rapid breathing and imminent panic attack.
“You can’t say anything,” I whisper. I shouldn’t tell Suzy a word of what happened, but if I don’t tell someone, I’m going to explode.
“No, of course not. I swear,” she says as her eyes widen and take on that gleam people get when they’re expecting good gossip.
“You know the man who is our new boss?”
“The super hot, built like a tank, Russian that everyone woman here wants to fuck? That new boss?” She giggles.
“Yes, him,” I say, sounding prim and irritated.
I hate the thought of all these women salivating over a man who until a couple of days ago was my secret crush.
“What about him? Don’t tell me you fancy him because, honey, I think we all do. Although, Vanessa probably wouldn’t;