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.”

the bed before turning to look at her.

let his

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.

and a black t–shirt that clung to his still–damp skin. His hair was

lounge with arms crossed, “to what

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shoulders. “We need to talk

word slowly, tet, “The ones you just crossed

her arms this has to stop, Alexel. All of it. The constant demands, the late–night texts, the expectation that I’ll drop everything

in his expression, like it had never

my assistant,” he said

her contract? Was he

of course when really, really needed. Not every weekend, not after midnight, and definitely not when I’m trying to have a life outside

he hadn’t thought about her having

like I’m an extension of your phone… available twenty–four seven, expected to respond instantly, no matter

you well,” he

compensate for the fact that I haven’t had a proper date in over a year because I’m too

twitched. “You could

your 1 a.m. crisis calls and weekend emergencies. Face

got his attention.

“Done?”

“Either we establish clear boundaries, or I walk. I

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

to

voice steady. “Like a

his lips.

normal assistant. I’m the only one who puts up with your shit.” She met his gaze directly. “But even I

his eyes… something that looked dangerously like respect. He stepped back,

“Alright.” Alexei sighed.

She blinked. “Alright?”

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

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of the easy victory. “Just

that?*