with the back of his finger. I watched his mouth move, his tongue tapped his teeth between words. His brows furrowed and thin lines creased the corners of his eyes as he spoke. A dozen emotions crossed his face. This was his vulnerable side, a side of him I was not often privy to. Only when the layers peeled back, and I got to the core of him, was I rewarded with juicy little seeds I coveted for myself.
Our small moment of closeness broke at the sound of Kova's cell phone ringing again. He droned on about not wanting to answer the phone, but he rolled off me with a content smile. As he stood, I took in his magnificent back and round ass until I saw all the marks I left on him.
I hissed. There was no way he was going to be able to hide them from Katja, or the hickey that I stupidly gave him.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
He turned around on his heels with his phone cradled in his hand, distress spanning his face. He looked up. His Adam's apple bobbed and he sputtered, "Get your stuff now, Adrianna."
I froze. Immobile. The unnerving tone of his voice sent chills down my spine.
"Adrianna. Now. Get your stuff, now!" he yelled as a flash of light traveled across the windows.
"What's going on?" I asked as I shot up.
His wide eyes scanned the floor. Kova threw his shirt on, and said, "Katja is on her way."
"What!" I panicked and picked up my leotard. "I told you to answer the phone before!"
"Let us not discuss that again. Hurry up and get your stuff."
There was no way I was going to be able to get the leotard on right now, so I held it to my chest and walked to the door. I turned the knob and the door creaked open a sliver.
"Konstantin!" I froze at the sound of Katja’s shrieking voice echoing down the hall. Her shoes slapped against the tiled floor.
My blood turned ice cold.
The world faded around me and the walls closed in. This was it.
Call me naive, but I truly never thought we'd get caught. I thought we’d been careful. I thought we had put up the perfect pretense and disguised our attraction to each other well.
Maybe we had, and nothing could've prepared us for someone catching us. Just like when Hayden had caught us.
I backed up and turned to face Kova, who was fully dressed. She's here, I mouthed, terrified and on the verge of vomiting. His eyes widened and he grabbed my shoulders to scan the office for a place for me to hide. He didn't have a closet, or a personal bathroom.
There was nowhere for me to go.
Katja's fearful voice echoed in the distance, but much closer this time.
I was trapped. We were trapped… Until my eyes fell on his desk that was enclosed all the way around.
Twenty-Six
Footfalls drew closer and I clutched my leotard in my fist.
I huddled in a corner under the desk and covered my mouth just as the door flew open and banged against the wall.
"Konstantin?" Katja bawled. My breath caught in my throat. "Konstantin?" she said again. I wished I could see what was happening.
"Hmmm…" Kova sounded groggy.
"Wake up. Wake up. What are you doing?" she questioned, a shuffling noise followed.
He yawned, faking sleep. "Katja? What is going on?" I rest assured a little, not completely, that he pulled off the act. I was still naked under his desk and afraid to move my hand in fear of a sound accidentally escaping me. That'd be my luck.
"What time is it?" he asked sleepily.
"I have been calling you, texting you. I did not know where you were. I worried for you."
"Where else would I be but here?"
She continued to whine and it started to grate on my nerves. "Why did you not come home? I waited hours—"
"I had work to do, Katja," he said, his voice abrasive as steel wool. "How many times have I told you that I cannot just leave when everyone else leaves. I cannot leave when you want me to. I own a company, I have an overhead. Money does not grow on trees, you know. Someone has to do the books."
"I know that but—" She paused. "What is that mark on your neck? Is that… Is that a hickey?" A stiff tone replaced her saccharine one.
My eyes widened and I cupped my mouth harder.
"I missed the high bar during my workout. I fell, just barely catching myself,"