Mikhail
I knew it was a bad idea the moment Natasha slipped into my study at two in the afternoon.
The house was fully awake, servants moving through hallways, pack members coming and going.
My study wasn't some secluded bedroom. It was right off the main corridor. Anyone could knock. Anyone could walk by and hear something.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, not looking up from the reports I was reviewing. If I looked at her, I would be f****d.
"I wanted to see you," She closed the door behind her with a soft click. "Is that a crime?"
"In the middle of the day? When anyone could walk in?"
"Relax. I brought these supply lists you asked for yesterday. See? Perfectly innocent reason," She walked over and dropped a folder on my desk, then perched herself on the edge of it, right in f
