Chapter 36


    Chapter Thirty–Six


    Sephie


    I cleaned up and left the bandage supplies on the counter. Everyone had since disappeared, so I


    wasn’t sure where they went. I wandered up the stairs to Adrik’s office. I was chewing on my bottom lip


    when I walked in, my hands in my pockets. I waspletely lost in thought. About Ivan, about Andrei


    and Tori, about everything that happened thest three days.


    “You okay?” Adrik asked from his desk.


    As soon as I saw him, I was snapped back to reality. I smiled warmly at him, taking in his features. He


    had ditched his shirt again and was just in jeans sitting at his desk, a stack of papers in front of him. He


    leaned back in his chair, pushing it away from his desk. He turned toward me as I walked toward him.


    “Did you find your answer?” I asked, standing beside him, and picking at the top few files in one stack.


    He shook his head no, letting out a frustrated breath.


    “I cane backter. I don’t want to interrupt.”


    A smile came over his face. “Give me twenty more minutes? This is really eating at me.”


    “Of course,” I leaned down and kissed him, before turning to leave. I heard him blow out another


    frustrated breath and curse quietly as I walked out.


    7


    I found the shirt he was wearing earlier on the end of the bed, so I decided to change into that and lie


    down while I waited for him to finish. Between the sprinting and Andrei the personal trainer today, I was


    tired. My body was going to be sore tomorrow.


    I went to the bathroom. I checked my bruises in the mirror. They were still clearly visible, but they were


    starting to fade just a little. A few more days and they would be much lighter.


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    I climbed into bed, thinking I was just going tofortably wait for him to be done. I woke up sometime


    later. It waspletely dark outside. The only lighting from his office. I got up to go check on him,


    not even sure what time it


    was.


    When I walked to the door of his office, he was hunched over his desk, pouring over a file. I hesitated,


    not knowing whether I should interrupt him when he looked like he might’ve found his answer. Or at


    least gotten closer. I leaned on the doorway, rubbing my eyes. When I opened them, he had caught


    sight of me.


    “Solnishko. Forgive me. I came in to find you were already asleep, so I came back in here,” he said,


    leaning back in his chair and turning toward me again. He had changed into pajama pants but kept his


    hatred for shirts alive and well.


    “Why would I need to forgive you? You’re working. You have a lot of responsibility. I can’t be mad at


    that,” I said, walking toward him. He motioned for me toe to him. As I stepped closer to him, he


    pulled me onto hisp, so that I was straddling him.


    “You’re so different,” he said. His hands immediately running over my legs and under my shirt.


    “Different like ‘she might be touched in the head‘ different?” I asked, in my best southern ent.


    Heughed. “All of the women I’ve dated in the past hated when I worked. They alwaysined


    when I worked or tried to distract me from it. It made me want to work more to avoid them. You? You try


    not to bother me, even though I want nothing more than for you to bother me. I want to ditch work, just


    to be with you. It was torture to have to be away from you today. I’ve never felt that way about any


    woman before.”


    I felt the goosebumps rising on my skin as I listened to his words and his hands continued to roam


    under my shirt. I didn’t really know how to respond. I chewed on my bottom lip, trying toe up with


    words.


    I heard him groan low. His thumb swiped my bottom lip as he said, “you know what that does to me,


    solnishko.”


    I grinned at him. I yawned suddenly, still notpletely awake, and stretched. “Did you find your


    answer?”


    “Da. Finally,” he said, as he stood up, with me still straddling him. I just wrapped myself around him as


    he turned the light off and walked us to the bedroom.


    “What time is it?” I asked, yawning again.


    “Around 2, I think,” he said as he ced me gently on the bed. I moved over so he could climb in


    behind me. He pulled me back to him, pressing his body against mine.


    I sighed, “you’re so warm.”


    “Too warm?”


    “No, perfect warm,” I said as I drifted off to sleep again.