King of the Underworld (RJ Kane)

Chapter 36

Chapter Thirty–Six

Sephie

I cleaned up and left the bandage supplies on the counter. Everyone had since disappeared, so I

wasn’t sure where they went. I wandered up the stairs to Adrik’s office. I was chewing on my bottom lip

when I walked in, my hands in my pockets. I was completely lost in thought. About Ivan, about Andrei

and Tori, about everything that happened the last three days.

“You okay?” Adrik asked from his desk.

As soon as I saw him, I was snapped back to reality. I smiled warmly at him, taking in his features. He

had ditched his shirt again and was just in jeans sitting at his desk, a stack of papers in front of him. He

leaned back in his chair, pushing it away from his desk. He turned toward me as I walked toward him.

“Did you find your answer?” I asked, standing beside him, and picking at the top few files in one stack.

He shook his head no, letting out a frustrated breath.

“I can come back later. I don’t want to interrupt.”

A smile came over his face. “Give me twenty more minutes? This is really eating at me.”

“Of course,” I leaned down and kissed him, before turning to leave. I heard him blow out another

frustrated breath and curse quietly as I walked out.

7

I found the shirt he was wearing earlier on the end of the bed, so I decided to change into that and lie

down while I waited for him to finish. Between the sprinting and Andrei the personal trainer today, I was

tired. My body was going to be sore tomorrow.

I went to the bathroom. I checked my bruises in the mirror. They were still clearly visible, but they were

starting to fade just a little. A few more days and they would be much lighter.

I climbed into bed, thinking I was just going to comfortably wait for him to be done. I woke up sometime

later. It was completely dark outside. The only light coming from his office. I got up to go check on him,

not even sure what time it

was.

When I walked to the door of his office, he was hunched over his desk, pouring over a file. I hesitated,

not knowing whether I should interrupt him when he looked like he might’ve found his answer. Or at

least gotten closer. I leaned on the doorway, rubbing my eyes. When I opened them, he had caught

sight of me.

“Solnishko. Forgive me. I came in to find you were already asleep, so I came back in here,” he said,

leaning back in his chair and turning toward me again. He had changed into pajama pants but kept his This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

hatred for shirts alive and well.

“Why would I need to forgive you? You’re working. You have a lot of responsibility. I can’t be mad at

that,” I said, walking toward him. He motioned for me to come to him. As I stepped closer to him, he

pulled me onto his lap, so that I was straddling him.

“You’re so different,” he said. His hands immediately running over my legs and under my shirt.

“Different like ‘she might be touched in the head‘ different?” I asked, in my best southern accent.

He laughed. “All of the women I’ve dated in the past hated when I worked. They always complained

when I worked or tried to distract me from it. It made me want to work more to avoid them. You? You try

not to bother me, even though I want nothing more than for you to bother me. I want to ditch work, just

to be with you. It was torture to have to be away from you today. I’ve never felt that way about any

woman before.”

I felt the goosebumps rising on my skin as I listened to his words and his hands continued to roam

under my shirt. I didn’t really know how to respond. I chewed on my bottom lip, trying to come up with

words.

I heard him groan low. His thumb swiped my bottom lip as he said, “you know what that does to me,

solnishko.”

I grinned at him. I yawned suddenly, still not completely awake, and stretched. “Did you find your

answer?”

“Da. Finally,” he said, as he stood up, with me still straddling him. I just wrapped myself around him as

he turned the light off and walked us to the bedroom.

“What time is it?” I asked, yawning again.

“Around 2, I think,” he said as he placed me gently on the bed. I moved over so he could climb in

behind me. He pulled me back to him, pressing his body against mine.

I sighed, “you’re so warm.”

“Too warm?”

“No, perfect warm,” I said as I drifted off to sleep again.