Page 31 of Savage Boss
“Brother,” he finishes for me. “Twins, actually. She’s the scarier half.”
The man says the words with a spark of amusement in his eyes. I’ve met Natasha, and she was scary. However, there’s something about this guy that has my fight or flight instinct pulsating.
“In fact, I understand you met my little sister just the other day.”
I grab a piece of my sugar-sprinkled scone for something to do, as nervous energy courses through me, crushing it into crumbs between my fingers, instead of eating it. “Little? I thought you said you were twins.”
“I’m five minutes older.”
“Oh.”
I might be great at arguing in court, but this conversation is entirely out of my league. I glance at my phone, sitting beside my laptop, and wonder if I can text Emily to come save me. Or even Dmitri, who insisted I put his personal number, as well as his lackey’s, in my phone after the raid and the drama with Dean.
Noticing what I’m looking at, Andrey says, “I’m only here for a few minutes. I don’t think anyone can get here that fast, do you?”
I bury my hands in my lap, clenching them into tight fists. Andrey’s eyes are still glittering with amusement.
“Yes, I did meet Natasha,” I finally say. “I was in a meeting with the CEO of my company when she interrupted us. Did she send you?”
“A meeting? Is that what he’s calling it these days?” Andrey chuckles. “And no, I’m here all on my own.”
“Yes, ameeting,” I stress the word. “About a subject I have a feeling you already know all about.”
“Ah yes, Natasha filled me in on everything.”
From the way Andrey grins, I have a feeling Natasha was well aware what Dmitri and I were up to.
“Okay, I’m done with this conversation.” I smack my laptop closed. “Enjoy your coffee.”
“Did Dmitri tell you what happened between them? Him and Natasha?”
I hate that I want to know what went on between them, and I remain at the table, instead of storming off, glaring at Andrey.
“Why would my boss, the CEO of a multinational corporation, tell me anything about himself, aside from what I need to know as a member of his legal team?”
Andrey regards me for a moment, a smirk curling up one corner of his mouth, something shining in his eyes that makes me shiver. “Keep telling people that, I’m sure they believe you.”
I ignore the way my heart thumps heavily in my chest, continuing with the piercing glare. “I don’t know what you’re trying to get out of me, Mr. Mikhailov, but I am an employee at Smirnov Corporation, the newest member of the legal team. That’s all.”
The barista calls his name, and I breathe a sigh of relief as Andrey leaves the table, despite him flashing me another of those frightening grins. The relief is short-lived, however, because he returns only a moment later with what looks like a triple shot of pure espresso.
My morning is officially ruined.
“Mr. Mikhailov, really, I have no idea what you want, and even if I had anything to give you, I wouldn’t.”
When I stand and reach for my tote to shove my laptop inside, he reaches out and grabs my arm. The impish smile has gone frigid, revealing something that looks far more menacing. It’s in that moment that I notice the flash of something under his suit coat—the outline of a gun.
“Sit down, Ms. Benson. I have something you’ll want to hear.”
I do as he says, sinking slowly into my seat, my eyes darting around to see if anyone is paying attention. No one is lookingin our direction, everyone is caught up in their work, their conversations, or their music.
The smirk slips back onto Andrey’s face. “I just want to talk,” he says in a conversational tone before taking a sip of his triple shot.
“Fine. Talk.” My heart beats frantically as I try to keep my gaze from wandering back to the gun.
“I’m here as acourtesyto you. I want to give you a clearer picture of Dmitri and Natasha. You may not know it, but they were involved. Very involved. In fact, Dmitri’s never gotten over her.”
“And what does that have to do with me?”
