Beneath Her Bastard Boss

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bedroom door open and marched straight to the partly opened bathroom door.

“Alexei!” She pounded on it with her fist. “I need to talk to you. Now!” She wasn’t going to look around the door… seeing Alexei hadn’t been part of her plan.

“Keira?” His voice sounded genuinely surprised from the other side of the door. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here? Sending me fifteen messages on my day off!”

The water shut off. She heard movement from her side of the door. She forced herself not to think about him being naked.

“Give me a minute,” he called.

“No! I’m not giving you another minute of my Saturday!” Her tone was clearly upset. “You’ve had plenty already!”

The door swung all the way open, releasing even more steam.

And there stood Prince Alexei, dripping wet with only a white towel wrapped low around his hips.

Keira’s words died in her throat. Oh shit.

She’d seen the photos, of course. The tabloids had made sure the whole world had seen parts of Prince Alexei. But this… this was different. This was real and right in front of her, up close and in her face. Water droplets trailed down his broad chest, over defined abs, disappearing beneath the towel. His dark hair was slicked back, water beading on his shoulders. Oh my god. She could feel the heat raise in her own body and she just stopped herself from reaching out and touching his rock–hard chest.

He looked like a goddamn cologne advertisement.

“You were saying?” He quirked that infuriating eyebrow, noticing her sudden silence.

Keira snapped her gaze back to his face, fury reigniting. “Put some clothes

”

on.

“You’re the one who barged into my bathroom demanding immediate attention.” His lips curved into that one–dimpled smirk. “Didn’t give me much choice in the wardrobe department.”

“I didn’t-” She crossed her arms. “Fine. Go put something on, and then we’re talking.”

“As you wish.” He moved past her, close enough that she caught the scent of his soap, it made her brain short–circuit for half a second. “Although most women don’t want me putting clothes on…”

“I don’t want to know Alexei.”

look at her. “Are you going to stay in here while I

let his

her angry. Keira retreated to the living room, pacing like a caged animal. She refus half–naked appearance derail her. She was here to set boundaries, not ogle her boss’s abs, impressive as they might be. But she had always known that. You couldn’t hide how fit he was/under his suits, but seeing him all but naked–nope. Not going

a black t–shirt that clung to

lounge with arms crossed, “to what

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her shoulders. “We need to talk about

ones you just crossed by barging

it. The constant demands, the late–night texts, the expectation that I’ll drop everything whenever something pops into your

expression, like it had never occurred to him

my assistant,” he said

that in her contract?

step closer. “And of course when really, really needed. Not every weekend, not after

hadn’t thought about her having a life. “Is that in your

human decency.” She was getting fired up now, the words tumbling out faster. “You treat me like I’m an extension of your phone… available twenty–four seven,

you well,” he

I haven’t had a proper date in over a year because I’m too busy putting out your fires. Why can’t you

lips twitched. “You could

and weekend

attention.

“Done?”

I won’t be at your beck and

for a long moment, his expression unreadable. He moved,

dropped to that

she replied, fighting to keep her voice steady.

ghosted across his lips. “I’m not

up with

looked dangerously like respect. He stepped

“Alright.” Alexei sighed.

She blinked. “Alright?”

weekend texts unless it’s urgent. No more midnight calls

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of the easy victory. “Just

that?*