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Instead, I’m thinking about Nina trying to stay quiet with my mouth on her breast.

I make it four steps before Nina appears again from the side corridor.

She must’ve circled back from the pantry exit. Her coffee cup is still in her hand. She has recovered some of her attitude, which is safer than the softness I saw in the closet after she came apart against me.

“Mr. Kazan,” she says.

Her voice is too formal.

I stop.

She stops too, leaving several feet between us because the hallway is open, and staff move around us with careful, deliberate blindness.

“What?” I ask.

Her eyes flick past me, making sure no one is close enough to hear. “Misha is staying with me for a couple of days.”

Everything in me goes still.

I keep my face calm. “When did that happen?”

“Yesterday, after you left,” she says.

She steps closer, lowering her voice. “He asked if he could crash at my place. He was acting strange.”

“How strange?”

“Jumpy. Secretive. Looking out of windows. Doing that thing where he pretends he’s fine but looks like he has swallowed a bomb. But that doesn’t matter. I have to talk to you something, something I should have discussed before...” She clears her throat. “Well before we got distracted.”

I smirk. “Yes?”

“For this to work, we have to set down a couple of ground rules,” she says solemnly.

I raise a brow.

“Ground rules?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“You are giving me rules.”

“I am.”

“In my building?”

“Especially in your building.”

My mouth almost curves. “What kind of rules?”

Nina steps closer, eyes bright, voice low enough that only I can hear.

“The kind you’re going to hate.”

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NINA

“The kind you’re going to hate,” I say.