Page 9 of Kidnapped Bratva Toy
“Umm, I’m sorry. Did you have an appointment with Ms. Pearce?”
I shook my head. “No, she’s not my lawyer. Her client is suing me, and she asked me to come in.”
“Oh, of course. Just a moment.” The woman smiled, clamping down an air of professionalism over the obvious attraction she’d just worn, and then picked up the phone, waiting only a moment. “Hello, Ms. Pearce, there’s a…”
She paused for me to feed her my name. “Mr. Vadim.”
“A Mr. Vadim here to see you.”
There was a moment where I just stood there watching her expression. It was telling. Clearly, the lawyer on the other end was talking louder, and it took just a second before she nodded and hung up. God, do not play poker, lady.
“You can go on back. Just down this hall, then to the right. She’s all the way at the end.”
“Thanks,” I smirked, definitely more than necessary, and the receptionist struggled to maintain her composure, dropping her eyes to the desk.
It is useful to know further down the line if I need a quick entry into the office.
Taking the hall all the way to the far right, where the offices were clearly smaller and less well-furnished, I reached Ms. Pearce’s little box. I wrapped my knuckles on her door before pushing the thing open and stepping inside.
The woman was hanging up a light brown coat on a tall rack in the back corner, the thing long enough to go to her knees if she was wearing it. She was taller than I’d expected, about five-eight, and when the lawyer spun around, her brows were up high over her deep brown eyes.
Well, damn.
It wasn’t necessarily how the woman was dressed but how she wore her clothes that immediately made my cock twitch as I took her in. Her soft almond-cream skin was wrapped in a body-hugging dress that sat right at midthigh. The fabric looked like cashmere or an imitation, gently ribbed in long lines that traveled the length of Ms. Pearce’s body.
Tall, black boots that went up to her knee were paired with the dress, and she wore her deep brown hair in a schooled bun at the back of her neck, the curls bursting from the confines like a halo.
“Hello, Mr. Vadim. Thank you for coming in.” Ms. Pearce smiled as she spoke, and holy fucking shit, she actually had dimples.
Oh, no. You are way too pretty. Unless…Maybe I can change my plans a little.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. You were quite…” I took a step forward, “persistent.”
Ms. Pearce, hell, this fine thing was Billie now. Billie chuckled lightly before seating herself behind her desk. I was immediately displeased by the lack of skin I could now see. I wanted those creamy thighs split wide for me.
Stifling a groan, I walked up to the chair in front of her desk, not sitting but perching on the arm.
“Well, it is my job. I understand you want to discuss matters with my client, and I’m more than willing to help mediate that. We can arrange a time for you both to come into the office. I’ll just—”
“Not so sure I want to talk to him now.” I eyed her, drinking in the full curves behind that damn fabric as I folded my arms across my chest.
“I’m sorry?” Billie leaned forward onto her forearms, the bottoms of her breasts grazing over them, and I wondered what her nipples would look like. “Did something happen?”
I smirked, keeping my voice low. “Just you, sweetheart.”
A delicious blush bloomed in her cheeks, and she sat back again. “Mr. Vadim, I—”
“Call me Pietor. After all, we’re getting to know each other. Maybe I’ll be seeing a lot more of you.”
The way I emphasized the word had Billie shifting in her chair, and I internally growled. I loved watching her get all worked up. It had only been a few moments, and I was already adoring how this innocent, good girl squirmed for me.
“I’m more than happy to help you arrange a mediation session with my client to avoid these matters escalating to court. However, it is unwise for you to attempt to meet me outside those confines, Mr. Vadim.”
Ooh, you feisty little minx. God, I want to see your face as you break over my cock.
“Look,” I leaned down, planting my hands on the desk so I towered over Billie and pressed into her personal space, “I want this done. Your client is an asshole, and he’s just as bad as me. Take the opportunity, sweetheart. I know we can come up with a suitable deal.”
Billie pulled into herself, her breathing tight and shallow. That blush was still intense in her cheeks, and now it was spreading down her neck. She cleared her throat, chewing on her lip before looking back at me with a single nod.