Obsessive Boss (Bratva Brothers 4)

"A fast shower?"

"Nothing with you is fast," he growls and steps closer. He places his mug on the counter and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me tight against him. He nibbles on my bottom lip, one hand rakes through my hair, and the other remains planted on my hip.

Anton's cell phone buzzes in his pocket. "Sorry," he apologizes and releases his tight hold, stepping into the living room to take the call. There's not much privacy, but he's keeping me from hearing whatever is being said on the other end of the call.

"Hey, Nikita, what's up?"

I sip my coffee, pretending not to be interested, listening to one side of the conversation.

"You don't have anyone else who can do it?" Anton emits a heavy sigh.

The floor plan leaves the kitchen open to the living room, so while he's trying to have some privacy, his demeanor indicates that he's stressed.

"Text me the address." Anton runs a hand through his hair and emits a heavy sigh as he ends the call.

"I have to go," he says, striding back into the kitchen.

"Is everything okay?"

"Just work stuff," he says, not indicating what's happening. He shoves his cell phone back into his interior suit pocket. "We need to keep this a secret if you want it to continue."

"I do," I say with a firm nod and eager smile. "That's probably for the best. I don't want the other girls to get jealous or think that's why I landed the job."

Anton leans in and presses his lips against mine before heading out the door. "I'll see you tonight at the club."

I didn't have time to place a tracker on his vehicle and a bug inside. And I can't do it while we're at the club. There is too much surveillance outside and potential witnesses who work for the bratva. I'll have to try again tonight after work. Hopefully, I can steal another night with him and plant the devices without being seen.