Bothersome, nitpicky, and simply unbearable! A genius architect, a tyrant—and, coincidentally, my boss, his Holiness, Yegor Aidarov. After being left alone with a small child in my arms, I didn’t even think about what kind of proposal the newly made boss would make me.
“You?!” I whispered. “God, get out—don’t look! Don’t look!”
“I’m not looking! I need to shut off the crane—move!”
I step closer, and Victoria recoils in horror, pressing herself against the wall. “Look! Don’t you dare look at me!”
“Damn it, Viktoria, get out—NOW!” she covers her chest with her hands for some reason, while I can see her smooth crotch. Oh, she should’ve covered it too—because excitement instantly shoots straight into my groin. Damn it.