MASHA
The scent of wood and spice hit me first and I immediately knew who had caught me. Ivan turned me to face him so he could inspect me for any injuries and my stomach fluttered.
He stood before me looking extremely handsome in a black suit and his hair perfectly styled. Heat rushed to my cheeks as he continued to check me.
“When did you get here?” I asked, surprised, trying to process the sudden shift in the air around us.
Ivan's stern face softened just enough to show a flicker of reassurance as he glanced at me.
“Since the moment this fucker showed up with those flowers,” he said, gesturing toward the crumpled bouquet Matt had dropped.
My face burned, partly from embarrassment and partly from the sheer intensity radiating off him. I liked him and didn't want him to think so lo
