I turn my head toward Andriy, but the boss has already disappeared into his office. Damn. Does he really think that after that madness between us, I can just switch to his friend?
I nervously bite my lip and am just about to get up and go to him when the door to my boss’s office opens, and Andriy’s burly figure appears. He tells me in a commanding tone to call another one of their lawyers, Bartek. I only clench my jaw tighter and do as told"I call the legal department. I finish the call and finally get up from behind the desk. Because what the hell is this ignoring about?
Without knocking, somewhat abruptly, I open the door and confront him with an irritated stare into equally angry turquoise eyes.
" Really? Angry, are you? Didn’t think about how I feel? " I think bitterly.
Andriy freezes near the desk, gripping a folder tightly in his hand. I close the door behind me and move closer.
" Andriy, you didn’t say you had such a ‘good’ friend, " I said, narrowing my eyes.
The folder instantly flies onto the desk and, with a dull thud, lands on a pile. And Andriy, on the other hand, advances to me, walking with the demeanor of a predator who has finally found its prey. But I just tilt my head up and don’t budge an inch.
I see that it irritates him more, as the muscles play on his tightly clenched jaws. He comes up close. For a moment, we collide with stubborn and angry stares, and then a broad palm slaps onto my buttocks and rather roughly kneads it. An unexpected moan-sigh escapes my lips from surprise.
However, my shoulders only square in response to this bold impudence, thrusting my ample bust forward, and then that masculine hot palm, digging its fingers into the tender skin of my backside, makes a lurch forward, pressing me into his stony torso. This menacing man, like a dark storm cloud, seems to want to embed me into his body.
He scowls fiercely. For a second, I see that Andriy gets even more wound up by my resistance, but I can’t do anything about myself. Even now, I refuse to admit to myself that I want him to let loose and finally show that he cares, that he has some feelings, that he was jealous, after all. Damn it. These thoughts drill into my brain.
But his magnetic, devilish eyes, fired up with passion, anger, and something dark but so seductive and captivating, gave me no chance to think about anything else. His other hand swiftly dives into my hair, and his fingers gently squeeze it at the roots. He pulls my head closer to him and drowns me in his gaze, bathing and caressing me at the same time. Then his sensual lips fiercely seize mine.
His lips' touch" simply ignites me, and I respond no less passionately, clinging to the lapels of his jacket, pulling him closer to me. The kiss changes: from harsh to hungry and intense.
He skillfully and boldly operates in my mouth with his tongue, making me utter muffled moans. My body reacts unexpectedly swiftly even for me: nipples painfully ache, rubbing against the thin foam cups of the bra, panties drown in wetness, and the flesh between my thighs swells and sweetly tugs at it. My entire being craves to feel his touch there.
Finally, he pulls away from me, and I am still swaying. I nervously lick my lips and stare hungrily at those devilishly enticing ones, which now curve into a satisfied male smile.
" I’ve missed you, " he suddenly says, and leaves me another short kiss. Then he slightly pulls back and loosens his tie with two fingers.
" Oh really? Is that why you gave me such a cold reception just now? When did you see Lukasz next to me? " I recover, I throw accusingly and skeptically, arch an eyebrow.
He snorts and unbuttons the top two buttons. Then, reluctantly,y admits:
" He was standing too close to you. I didn’t like it. " At this statement, my eyes widened even further.
" Polansky, " I reply teasingly, just as he did this morning. " You’re jealous.
And on this devil’s face appears a self-satisfied, joyful smile, like a little boy’s.
" I am jealous, Milana." Then he steps closer again, sliding his broad palms down my sides, starting from my rounded thighs all the way up to my breasts. “Because all of this is mine,” he carves quietly and firmly.
He arches an eyebrow, as if inviting me to contradict: “Go on. Rebel.” But there’s nothing even remotely similar in my thoughts. Instead, I am flooded with some primal happiness from the realization that this man wants me and is not planning to share. So for him, it’s not just sex either.
On that last thought, my heart clenches in a trembling anticipation that for Andriy, this is something more. And just as I want to speak about it, we both hear the front doors in the reception area banging, and Andriy steps back, turning away to the window. I just bite my lip and turn to exit Andriy’s office. It’s obviously Bartek who has arrived. I open the door and step into the reception area.
This time, Polansky does not keep the lawyer long. Twenty minutes later, Bartek says goodbye and leaves, and Andriy appears in the doorway with a grim expression.
" Is everything okay? " slips out of me.
" It looks like we have to head to Wrocław earlier, " he says, displeased. " Most likely in the morning. Damn. And Nadya is supposed to return to Warsaw tomorrow, " he suddenly scratches his chin with a thoughtful look, then startsles me with a suggestion: " How about you have dinner tonight with me in the company of my sister?