Caught By the Bratva Boss (Mafia Daddies & Bratva Bosses #7)

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Lily

“Miss Ridgeway?”

The voice was deeply masculine, but there was a note to it that made me shake my head. Pushing my hair from my face, I glanced up from the computer screen where I had been staring blankly and met the deep, almost bottomless dark eyes of my boss.

Well, my boss’s boss’s boss, anyway.

“Sir?” I was half out of my chair before I knew what I was doing. Not that I really had a plan. It just seemed the right thing to do. Daniil Popov was the king of New York, and you rose in the presence of a king, right? Or maybe you bowed.

I didn’t know.

“Miss Ridgway.” He said again, more firmly this time, and I realized that I had been standing there, half crouched, with my mouth swung open like a moron.

But that was just the effect he had on people. When Daniil walked into a room, his very presence made people go gaga, and I was no exception.

He was just too damn handsome for words. Drool worthy. Without meaning to, my hand went to my lips and came back dry, thank god for that.

“Sorry, Mr. Popov, you startled me.”

His eyes, which were so dark they were almost black, narrowed. “Because you were so intent on your work?”

Before I could stop myself, my eyes darted down to my screen, where the empty body of an email lay open.

How had he seen what I was doing? It took me exactly two seconds to realize that the screen was mirrored in the glass of the office behind me.

“I-uh,” suddenly, my tongue felt too big for my mouth. It was so thick that I couldn’t get the words out.

Daniil’s dark eyebrow shot down. It gave him a look that was hard to describe—partly angry, partly amused, but mostly brooding.

My boss could brood better than any other man I had ever met, with his dark eyes and even darker hair swooped back from his forehead like he was a male model—the mature kind, who got more handsome with age.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?”

Again, I had to shake myself. “On this floor, yes. I usually work in marketing, but they needed someone to cover Mrs.—” I faltered here.

What had happened to his usual personal assistant had been awful.

She was literally gunned down outside this very office.

Everyone said it was because she knew things about the Popovs’ other business deals—the ones that weren’t entirely on the up and up.

Some people even thought it was Daniil himself who had done it.

But I didn’t want to believe that. My boss might be a little scary, and he had a reputation, but if he shot his personal assistant because she wasn’t doing her job properly, that was one hell of an employment review.

“Marketing?” Strong, tanned fingers stroked over his chin, the thick silver ring glinting on his index finger. “Well, that is— interesting.”

He continued to stroke those tanned fingers over his chin, brushing them against his full, pink bottom lip, and like every female in the city, I was completely mesmerized. What would it feel like to have those lips on my body as his fingers stroked inside my body?

Need spiralled in my lower stomach, tightening to a knot.

Daniil’s gaze turned even darker. Scanning over me in a slow, lingering sweep, and I almost whimpered.

How long had it been since Greg, my boyfriend for four years, had looked at me like that—like he was slowly undressing me with his eyes. Has he ever? If he had, it hadn’t been recently.

Things between us this last year had been decidedly dry. And not from lack of trying on my part. He just didn’t seem that interested anymore, but anytime I brought it up, he brushed my concerns away.

He was just tired from grad school. Just busy. Of course, he loved and wanted to be with me. I was beginning to realize that he was just too busy for me.

“Miss Ridgeway?”

Shit. I snapped my eyes up to meet his. Jesus, how tall was he? I was wearing heels, and he was still a good foot taller than my five three.

“Is that understood?” The hot look was completely gone from his face. Now he just looked pissed.

“I’m sorry Mr. Popov. I didn’t catch that.” Because I had been thinking about how it would feel to have you touch me, I added silently.

“I need you to stay later tonight.”

Without meaning to, I glanced down at the smart watch on my wrist. It was already six, and I had Valentine’s night plans. I opened my mouth to tell him that and quickly shut it again. Daniil Popov was not the kind of man you told no.

Forcing my lips to curve into a polite smile, I nodded. “Of course. What do you need from me, sir?”

The tip of his tongue appeared to wet his lips. “My office needs cleaning, and I need some dry cleaning picked up. Also, there’s a reservation made for me at La Machines for eight. I need you to bring that dry cleaning to me. Is that understood?”

“I am not a cleaner,” I began to say and snapped my lips shut. I might not be a cleaning lady, but I was acting as his personal assistant right now. “Yes, Mr. Popov, of course.” I amended quickly with a bright smile, but inside I felt like crying.

This was the only night this week that Greg was free, and I’d planned it all out, right down to the sexy lingerie I was wearing under my clothes. My plan had been to seduce my boyfriend and put the spark back in our relationship. It hadn’t been to clean my boss’s office and be an errand girl.

It was like he could read my mind. “Unless you have other, more pressing plans, Miss Ridgeway?”

“No, of course not. I was just going to spend time with my partner.”

His eyebrow shot up. The look of surprise made him look instantly younger. “Partner?”

“Boyfriend,” I amended quickly.

“Well—”

Damn, there went his fingers hypnotising me again.

“Boyfriends can wait. I, on the other hand, cannot. If you like your job, you will see that it is done. Is that clear?”

Mouth dry, I nodded my head. “Crystal, sir.”

He nodded once, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Good girl.”

I almost moaned. Mortified, with a red tinge heating my cheeks, I straightened. “I will make sure it’s done.”

He nodded once. “Good.”

Thank God, he didn’t add a girl to that good because I would have probably melted on the spot. It really had been too long since I’d seen some real action. And mundane missionaries with the lights out weren’t what I was talking about.

“Oh, and Miss Ridgeway,” Daniil hesitated for just a second, his almost black eyes appraising me, “I would appreciate it if you didn’t use company time to send emails to your boyfriend.

” His lip sneered at the word, like he had never been young and in love.

“I’m not paying you a good wage to,” he rolled his lips, “arrange your love life.”

Open-mouthed, I watched him walk away, and by God, his back was almost as perfect as his front.

The second he was gone, I fell into my chair and dropped my head into my hands.

Well, as the first meeting went, it had been interesting.

It could have gone better. Without meaning to, I glanced at the screen, where the email to my boyfriend lay forgotten.

I would have to tell him I was going to be late. And worst of all, I wasn’t sure he would even care. My fingers flew over the keyboard and then froze.

Tonight didn’t have to be a complete disaster. Men liked to be teased, right? And I had the screeching red lacy underwear on under my office clothes. I could tease Greg a little and whet his appetite for what was to come later.

Leaning back, I looked around. It was completely empty. Everyone else had left hours ago. That meant I could take photos—sexy pictures—right here if I wanted to. Through the open office door, I caught sight of the light of New York beyond Daniil’s window, and an idea struck me.

If the mighty Daniil Popov wanted me to clean his office like a maid, then I might as well make use of that amazing view as a backdrop to my pictures. It would serve him right.

Doing a quick check of the floor and making sure the outer doors were locked, I stepped into the boss’s office. Everything was neat, not one thing out of place. There wasn’t one speck of dust on his glass and chrome desk. Everything was completely sterile.

Rolling my eyes, I stared out at the view for a second. He really was king of his castle from up here. No wonder he bossed everyone around like he was royalty. Not that it wasn’t hot because it was.

My core clenched as I remembered the way he looked at me when he called me a good girl. It was almost like he knew what I needed even before I did. Or maybe the lack of orgasms was just clear on my face.

Either way, I liked the demanding tone of his voice, even if I didn’t actually like doing as I was told. Curling my hand into the soft leather of his chair, I rolled it to the bamboo window. Positioning it just right, I settled myself into it.

If Daniil wanted me to clean his spotless office, I would give myself something to clean. Slowly, I unbuttoned my periwinkle blue blouse, flicking it to the side so the scarlet underwear was on full display. Bending my legs, I pulled my skirt up around my waist and parted my thighs.

The first photo I took on my cell phone was disgusting. The light from the city around us glared weirdly on the red lace. Grumbling under my breath, I popped both of my breasts up over the scalloped edge of the bra. My nipples pebbled up in the cool office air.

That photo was better. I looked good. Not perfect, not the kind of perfect that someone like Daniil would be interested in, but good enough.

My eyes flew open. What the hell was I doing thinking about my boss at a time like this? I was meant to be sending some raunchy pics to Greg so we could spice up our love life. So, why was I thinking about my boss? Why was I wet just thinking about him?

“Good girl,” seemed to echo in my mind. His husky, dangerous voice made me want to moan. And this time I didn’t. It tumbled from my lips, a needy little sound like it was almost a plea.

My fingers tore at my panties, yanking them to the side, and my fingers slid against my slickness. This was what thinking about Daniil Potrov did to me.

He was handsome and dangerous and completely forbidden, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t use him the same way I was using his office.

Plunging fingers inside my wet channel, I moaned again, louder this time.

Yes, I could use the image of Mr. Popov to help me get off, and no one would know, not even Greg, who would get this video once I was finished. Hitting the button to change the camera, I settled back, my eyes on the screen and my breasts heaving, as I played across my wet, sensitive flesh..

If this didn’t get Greg’s blood flowing, my relationship was truly over.