27. Anastasia
Chapter 27
Anastasia
I step out of the office, only to be met with Bash’s devious smile. My stomach jumps into my throat, and I press my palm against my racing heart. “What are you doing here?”
Even as the words escape my lips, I’m unable to look away. He’s leaning against the wall, wearing a crisp white dress shirt and sleek black pants. His tie is undone, hanging off his shoulders, making him the perfect amount of disheveled. I absolutely will not gawk at him…not even a little.
I pull my gaze from his chest, only to meet Bash’s knowing look. Dammit.
“Miss me, Princess?”
I cross my arms, fully aware I must look like a child. “Never.”
My heart beats faster in my chest with each of his prowling steps. He hums in the back of his throat as he guides my face to meet his. “You know, lying to yourself is a bad habit.”
I growl low in my throat, shoving him back, furious at my traitorous body for responding to him. I will go to my grave before I admit I’m actually a little excited to see him. “There’s medicine for your level of delusion.”
He rocks back on his heels. “You’re feisty today, and here I am, bringing you presents.”
That’s when I notice the black shopping bag he’s holding in his left hand. My brow rises in question.
“Ask nicely and I’ll tell you.”
“Screw you.” I can’t deny the curiosity is killing me, but there’s no way I’m giving in to that.
“That’s the spirit.”
Gah, this man. “Just give it to me.”
He bites his lip, holding back his smirk, but doesn’t hand it over.
Life in prison may actually be worth murdering him. “Please give me the bag.”
“That’s a good girl.” His voice rolls off the words, sending a pulse directly to my core. Please, God, don’t let me have a praise kink. He lifts the bag between us, and I snatch it from him.
I’m rifling through the bag, so I don’t notice his approach until he’s tugging at the hem of the oversized sweater I’m wearing. His tongue scrapes across his teeth. “You look good in my clothes, Stasia.”
My hand pauses midway through pulling out the item as I remember why I’m wearing it in the first place. “Bash, where are my clothes?”
He tilts his head. “In your room.”
“In my room?” I’ve searched the entire place, and I didn’t find a single closet with my things in it.
“Exactly.”
I poke my index finger into his chest. “No, not exactly. Where’s my room, Sebastian?”
“Ooh, full name.” He pretends to shiver. “The one you stayed in last night, Anastasia.”
My mouth snaps shut, and my legs press together at the way he curls my name.
“We’re fake dating, remember? Remember?”
“You forgot something crucial.” He wraps his hand around the back of my neck before bringing his mouth to mine. I struggle to pull back, but he holds me in place, using his tongue to split my mouth open as he devours me. He tastes sweet, like mint, and I can’t help but want more. It’s me who deepens the kiss, rising on my toes to get closer. His smile’s lascivious when he pulls away. “I licked you, so you’re mine.”
“I am not?—”
He cuts me off, letting me go. “Open your present.”
It’s too tempting to resist, and I remove the first piece. It’s a baseball cap with the words Industry Services . I scrunch my nose at it.
Bash takes it from me and places it on my head. “Keep going.”
I grab the next item. A pair of thick-framed glasses.
He slides them onto my face. “You look cute.”
“What are you up to?”
“I found the code for the case.” He smirks.
My heart kicks in my chest. “You’re not messing with me, are you?”
“I told you I have a present.”
“But how? Where?” I thought it would take at least another week. The idea that this can all be over by tomorrow…
“It’s in Matthias’s office.” He shrugs. “We just need to break in.”
“Why can’t you just ask him?”
“Ask him what exactly?” he murmurs, still too close. “Matthias, can I have the code to the case so I can steal a priceless tiara and give it to a member of the Russian family?”
I tip my head back, staring at the ceiling. “Okay, yeah, even to me, that sounds like a bad idea.”
He doesn’t make fun of me like I expect, just hands me a deep blue uniform.
“Put this on. We don’t have much time.”
“We’re going right now?” I need to mentally prepare myself for stuff like this.
“Do you have a better idea?”
I grab it and go to move around him to use one of the bathrooms. I can’t trust that he doesn’t have cameras anywhere else. I’m not actually sure I can trust that he doesn’t have them in there too, but I don’t have much choice at this point.
“No way, Princess. Right here.” It’s a low demand, and my pussy pulses in response. I may be in denial, but it remembers exactly how good it felt.
I’m frozen in place, helpless as he grazes my bare stomach underneath my sweater before pulling it over my head. My nipples peak under his white T-shirt. His touch shifts downward, and I suck in a breath as he slowly slides my pants down, dropping to his knees as he removes each leg at a time.
I fall forward, gripping his shoulder for support, and tell myself that my imbalance has nothing to do with the lust he’s stoking in me. His face is inches from my core. The only thing between them is the thin white fabric of his shirt.
My mind clouds over, rational reasoning vanishing in an instant when he smirks up at me. In this moment, I’ll give this man anything he wants so long as he touches me.
Bash chuckles at my growl of frustration as he helps me into a pair of navy blue work pants. “Be careful, Princess, or you’ll give yourself away.”
He stands, holding out the matching work shirt, and watches as I button it. The owner can’t be much bigger than I am, and it pains me to admit he did an excellent job.
Bash stills my hand with his, eyes narrowed like the shirt did something to personally insult him. “Never mind, I don’t like this.”
My head cants. There’s a muscle ticking in his jaw, but his ears are flushed red. “Are you jealous?”
“You’re wearing another man’s shirt. Of course I’m jealous.”
A laugh bursts out of my chest. “I don’t even know what to say to you right now.”
“Just put this on,” he says, not bothering to hide his displeasure, and hands me an ID.
Name: Larry Malcolm.
Position: Custodian
“You couldn’t have found a woman’s uniform?”
“You have no idea how much I had to pay for this. I’m pretty sure Larry can retire.” He fixes my collar, and his knuckles graze against my neck, sending an electric current down my spine and no doubt goose bumps across my skin.
“You keep looking at me like that, Princess. We’re never getting out of here.”