And Gavrilov’s big and dirty love. Anna Gavrilova big and dirty love
Anna Gavrilova
Big and dirty love
I never drank on the street. Especially champagne. All the more warm. And even from the throat! But after meeting the girls, such melancholy came over me that, falling out of the taxi, I turned not home, but to the supermarket. I took a bottle of Brut, and there it was.
If my mother, God forbid, catches me doing this, she will hack me to death, but I don’t really want to move my bones to the next entrance. Besides, there is a bench without a back and the lantern is not lit, and it’s dark outside...
- Girl, are you okay? – asked a dog walker passing by.
I was just taking a new sip - I choked, coughed and mentally sent the compassionate passerby to a known address.
“Well, sorry,” he chuckled, stopping. The dog, huge, but seemingly rootless, growled menacingly.
“Yeah,” I muttered, carefully wiping myself with my sleeve. Why the hell did you wash your windbreaker?
The dog growled again, and I thought and meowed in response.
“Hm-yes...” concluded the dog walker.
She waved her hand, saying, go ahead, don’t bother me. But the passerby turned out to be extremely pestering. He let the mongrel off the leash and, as soon as the dog disappeared into the nearest bushes, he plopped down on the bench.
“Let me try,” he said and reached for the bottle.
I moved away automatically.
- Yeah, right now!
He didn’t answer, but I mentally cursed and moved even further away.
- Kri-is... don't be greedy.
- Uh... Do we know each other?
Taking a close look at the dog walker, I came to the conclusion that I was seeing him for the first time. Although... maybe they are familiar. The man’s appearance is completely unremarkable - he’s all sort of typical. And his dog is expressionless, although big.
“Almost,” the interlocutor “delighted,” but still reached for the bottle. Then he nodded at my bare legs and asked: “Isn’t it cold?”
Actually, it’s not hot - it’s evening, after all, and summer, according to the calendar, ended yesterday. But I wasn’t supposed to wear jeans.
- What do you want? – I muttered impolitely.
“Yes, I was just passing by,” the nameless man shrugged and licked the bottle. - Ugh! Yes, it's warm!
- Well, sorry... those.
- You can use “you”.
Yes. It's possible, but not necessary.
- So what happened? – asked the stranger. - Why do we drink?
I really wanted to send it a third time, only not mentally, but out loud. But the man looked into my eyes, and something changed in me. Or rather, something clicked in my head, my mouth opened by itself, and the words came out of my tongue:
- Yes, because I’m stupid!
- And detail? – the dog walker asked insinuatingly.
– Well, I knew from the very beginning that there was no need to go to this meeting!
– What meeting?
- With the girls! With classmates! “The man looked at me with such sympathy that I couldn’t stand it and revealed all my secrets at once: “I’m thirty, you know?” And I'm not married, and without children, and in general! And they all... And I...
- Are you jealous?
- No. Yes. Well…
Phew, how can I explain? And even a man? I don't envy you, just a little bit. I just felt sorry for myself. It’s so sad that I even cried in the taxi.
– What’s stopping you? – the interlocutor did not let up.
“The same as for a dancer,” I muttered, decisively selecting the Brut. Wow, he tried it! Yes, it’s already at the bottom!
- So you are waiting for love? – the stranger guessed. Or rather, he’s no longer a stranger, but a drinking companion, but that doesn’t matter. – Big and clean?
It’s not for nothing that people drink champagne chilled – when it’s warm, it completely blows your mind. In a sober state I would not say this:
“I even agree to something small and dirty, do you believe me?”
The man's mouth nearly burst from smiling.
- Nope, I don’t believe it.
The dog walker’s smile became even wider, although it seemed – where could it go?!
- In vain? – clearly holding back his laughter, he asked. Then he smacked his lips and said: “I can’t offer a small one, but a big one... Big and dirty, huh?”
Big and dirty love
Anna Sergeevna Gavrilova
Big and pure love? It’s great, of course, but when you’re thirty, you can’t believe in fairy tales anymore. The prince on a white horse too. At thirty, willy-nilly, you begin to look at life with a fair amount of skepticism, and the further you go, the more clearly you understand that skepticism is justified.
But I still want love. Let it not be big, but small. Maybe not clean, but... well, at least some kind!
This is exactly what Chris, aka Kristina Novikova, reasoned, sitting sadly at the entrance on a bench with a bottle of Brut, and did not even suspect that her wish had already come true. It just turned out somehow strange. Because in the morning it turned out that love comes with a new wardrobe, a new job, a tyrant chef and... a clear feeling of a grandiose setup...
Anna Gavrilova
Big and dirty love
I never drank on the street. Especially champagne. All the more warm. And even from the throat?! But after meeting the girls, such melancholy came over me that, falling out of the taxi, I turned not home, but to the supermarket. I took a bottle of Brut, and there it was.
If my mother, God forbid, catches me doing this, she will hack me to death, but I don’t really want to move my bones to the next entrance. Besides, there is a bench without a back and the lantern is not lit, and it’s dark outside...
- Girl, are you okay? – asked a dog walker passing by.
I was just taking a new sip - I choked, coughed and mentally sent the compassionate passerby to a known address.
“Well, sorry,” he chuckled, stopping. The dog, huge, but seemingly rootless, growled menacingly.
“Yeah,” I muttered, carefully wiping myself with my sleeve. Why the hell did you wash your windbreaker?
The dog growled again, and I thought and meowed in response.
“Hm-yes...” concluded the dog walker.
She waved her hand, saying, go ahead, don’t bother me. But the passerby turned out to be extremely pestering. He let the mongrel off the leash and, as soon as the dog disappeared into the nearest bushes, he plopped down on the bench.
“Let me try,” he said and reached for the bottle.
I moved away automatically.
- Yeah, right now!
He didn’t answer, but I mentally cursed and moved even further away.
- Kri-is... don't be greedy.
- Uh... Do we know each other?
Taking a close look at the dog walker, I came to the conclusion that I was seeing him for the first time. Although... maybe they are familiar. The man’s appearance is completely unremarkable - he’s all sort of typical. And his dog is expressionless, although big.
“Almost,” the interlocutor “delighted,” but still reached for the bottle. Then he nodded at my bare legs and asked: “Isn’t it cold?”
Actually, it’s not hot - it’s evening, after all, and summer, according to the calendar, ended yesterday. But I wasn’t supposed to wear jeans.
- What do you want? – I muttered impolitely.
“Yes, I was just passing by,” the nameless man shrugged and licked the bottle. - Ugh! Yes, it's warm!
- Well, sorry... those.
- You can use “you”.
Yes. It's possible, but not necessary.
- So what happened? – asked the stranger. - Why do we drink?
I really wanted to send it a third time, only not mentally, but out loud. But the man looked into my eyes, and something changed in me. Or rather, something clicked in my head, my mouth opened by itself, and the words came out of my tongue:
- Yes, because I’m stupid!
- And detail? – the dog walker asked insinuatingly.
– Well, I knew from the very beginning that there was no need to go to this meeting!
– What meeting?
- With the girls! With classmates! “The man looked at me with such sympathy that I couldn’t stand it and revealed all my secrets at once: “I’m thirty, you know?” And I'm not married, and without children, and in general! And they all... And I...
- Are you jealous?
- No. Yes. Well…
Phew, how can I explain? And even a man? I don't envy you, just a little bit. I just felt sorry for myself. It’s so sad that I even cried in the taxi.
– What’s stopping you? – the interlocutor did not let up.
“The same as for a dancer,” I muttered, decisively selecting the Brut. Wow, he tried it! Yes, it’s already at the bottom!
- So you are waiting for love? – the stranger guessed. Or rather, he’s no longer a stranger, but a drinking companion, but that doesn’t matter. – Big and clean?
It’s not for nothing that people drink champagne chilled – when it’s warm, it completely blows your mind. In a sober state I would not say this:
“I even agree to something small and dirty, do you believe me?”
The man's mouth nearly burst from smiling.
- Nope, I don’t believe it.
The dog walker’s smile became even wider, although it seemed – where could it go?!
- In vain? – clearly holding back his laughter, he asked. Then he smacked his lips and said: “I can’t offer a small one, but a big one... Big and dirty, huh?”
- Yeah! – drinking and nodding at the same time is very inconvenient, but I managed. - You can have two!
Still, I couldn’t resist and laughed.
- No, two is too much. One! But big...
She waved her hand at him - men! They don’t understand anything about the mysterious female soul. However, what the hell is the difference? Still chatter. Simple chatter and nothing more.
Chapter first
The alarm clock was pulled out of some very good dream. No, alas, I didn’t remember the dream, but there was a smile from ear to ear on my face.
Turning over onto her stomach, she buried her face in the pillow, hoping to sleep for another five minutes, but... no luck.
- Kri-is! Cri-i-is! Do you have a conscience? “Mom screamed from the kitchen.
I honestly nodded and closed my eyes, but the mother began rattling the dishes and... well, I still had to get up.
Unconsciously imitating a zombie, she trudged to the bathroom. I washed my face and cleaned my 32 (actually 28, but these are minor things), noting at the same time that there seemed to be no hangover. I carefully examined my hair and came to the conclusion that yesterday’s styling had not suffered much, so I didn’t have to wash my hair.
However, it is not necessary to wash it at all - in our wretched office they don’t pay attention to such trifles. Our boys only look at the monitor, and the only girl, Maria Sigismundovna, sixty-three years old, does not come into our office at all. We only meet on payday and at corporate events.
- Kri-i-is!
- Yes Yes! I'm coming!
In passing, I looked into the kitchen - a bowl of oatmeal was already steaming on the table. I rolled my eyes and grimaced - two months ago my mother read another book about healthy life, and here it is. The fact that my stomach wakes up only at lunchtime, and that I simply choke on breakfast (any kind!) does not bother her.
– Chris, how long can you wait? - the mother cried. - You'll be late for work!
So what? Everyone here is late. This is part of the corporate culture.
Mentally grumbling, I returned to the room, pushed back the closet door, and... and then a shock hit me. Complete and comprehensive.
- And... what is this? – I muttered. Then she finally came to her senses and yelled: “Ma-am!”
Mom was in no hurry to answer the call, but I looked at the even rows of hangers and slowly went wild.
I'll kill you! No, I know that you can’t do that about your mother, but I’ll kill you! Right now! And with extreme cruelty!
- What? – A slender woman in a tacky housecoat and curlers appeared in the doorway. The face of my... overly caring parent was covered with a thick layer of sour cream - a mandatory morning mask.
I took a deep breath, then exhaled and asked, trying not to hiss or spit:
- Mommy, where are my clothes?
The parent gave a puzzled look and took a step forward to look into the closet.
- As where? Here.
Her bewilderment was so sincere that I was confused. And mom turned around and, as if nothing had happened, went to the kitchen. I just quit
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over shoulder:
- Should drink less.
Drink? Oh shit! What time did I arrive yesterday? Ay...
Thoughts about meeting my classmates and intimate conversations on the bench were decisively rejected, but I no less decisively followed my mother.
– Where are my jeans?
Now they looked at me intently, with obvious condemnation.
- What? – I couldn’t stand it.
“Chris, I understand everything, but if you don’t stop...
And yet I hissed. No, how long can you? I am thirty years old! Thirty!!! I'm a grown girl, and it's TOO LATE to raise me! Especially with such barbaric methods!
“I’m well aware that you don’t like the way I dress, where I work, how I spend my time.” free time, but... mom, you went too far!
The face, covered with a layer of sour cream, stretched out.
- Chris, what are you talking about? I like everything…
It was a double bend. Transcendent.
I returned to the room as an angry fury, grabbed the first hanger I came across, and threw it on the bed. She pulled off her pajamas, grabbed her panties from her lingerie drawer, and squeezed her beauty into them. Just as quickly, she fastened her bra (unfamiliar, by the way) and tried to find her tights. Did not find! But on the shelf next to the lingerie drawer, there was a whole stack of brand new, unopened packages of stockings.
But Mom! Well... oh well!
Despite the adrenaline boiling in her blood, she pulled on the stockings carefully, and pulled them up even more carefully. Then she packed into a steel-colored business skirt suit and swore out loud - the cut of the jacket simply did not suggest a blouse underneath. And there were no blouses in the closet! But there were shoes... Fifty pairs, no less. I have no idea how they fit in, but they stood there.
- Well, mom... just wait!
I think I've heard this before.
– If I don’t stop, then what?
“I’ll complain to Gleb Igorevich,” the parent breathed out.
- To whom?
Mom didn’t answer - she lifted her chin and walked away. It seems we have finally quarreled.
Well, not the first time. But to scare me with some Gleb Igorevichs... Damn, this is stupid! It would be better if the Serpent threatened Gorynych - unlike Gleb Igorevich, I at least heard about him!
She also grabbed the first shoes that came her way. Then she threw a pair into the far corner and pulled out the correct ones from the closet, matching the color of the suit. But I didn’t have to choose a handbag (and there were also plenty of bags; I don’t know how the shelf didn’t break off). Mommy has already packed her purse! All that remains is to abandon the mobile phone.
I put on my makeup out of habit, and only then I thought - in vain. It was necessary to go without makeup to... just out of spite! Oh shit! How infuriating all this is!
Flying out onto the stairwell, I finally found a plus in the current situation - oatmeal. For once I didn't have to choke on my breakfast.
The day promised to be sunny, but I couldn’t rejoice at this fact.
Firstly, some goat in a black fancy car was parked at the entrance - I don’t know who he was waiting for, but if I find out... I’ll spray the door with valerian! Let the yard cats rejoice.
Secondly, I imagined the path to the metro and was horrified - no, of course, I wear heels, but not fifteen centimeters! You can't walk on these, but you'll break your legs. Well, or ride in cars, like the one the goat arrived in.
Thirdly, I imagined a trip on the subway... and again I said an unkind word to the goats on the wheelbarrows, and to my mother, who decided on such a sadistic sabotage.
And fourthly... I felt like a fallen woman. Because of the stockings, of course. For the life of me, decent women don’t wear stockings, except on holidays. The rest of the time they wear tights!
Immersed in my own experiences, I barely walked around the black polished monster and, trying not to swear out loud, walked towards the subway.
There was a buzz from behind.
Yes Yes! I know that the skirt is a little short and hugs the hips too much, but I’m sorry, I didn’t have the time or mood to pick out something more decent.
Oddly enough, the unknown car enthusiast did not have telepathy - the silence of our courtyard was broken by another beep.
I desperately wanted to turn around and show the persistent driver my middle finger, but I restrained myself. Come on. He will honk and leave.
Not far behind...
I didn’t hear the rustle of tires, but there was no doubt that a concerned motorist was following me - the sound of the horn did not go away, on the contrary. I felt my butt - it was the same one on the black monster, which I had to go around, clinging to the fence of the neighbor’s flower garden. A light of gloating flared up in the depths of my soul - so much for him! Let him suffer!
I even managed to cheer up and be filled with pride when the goat - yes, yes, that same one - stepped on the gas, slyly went around a jeep parked at the side of the road and cut off a pedestrian who was not expecting such meanness. That is, me.
And he almost ran him over! I was just about to cross onto the next sidewalk in order to turn onto the path to the metro.
The monster froze. The back door swung open and a figure appeared in front of me... No, it did not appear. It has arisen! A mountain appeared in front of me.
She was dressed in a snow-white shirt, trousers and shoes, one glance at which is enough to understand that I will never earn that much in my entire life. The Mountain had piercing green eyes, muscles that no fabric could hide, and short, crew-cut black hair. She smelled of some incredible perfume, and... oh, damn it!
– Chris, how do we understand this?
The mountain was in bewilderment and, it seems, this state was unusual for the mountain. And I wasn’t in the habit of staring at men, but I did!
“Chris...” the stranger called again.
The light of gloating went out, and in its place another flame flared up - obscure, but very hot.
- Do we know each other? – It seems that I have already asked this question to someone, and recently.
“Cri-is...” - judging by the tone, the mountain heard in my question and answer something that was not there at all. And I even made some conclusions. - Chris, get in the car.
I? In the car? For what?
The green-eyed stranger stepped to the side and repeated:
- Chris, get in the car.
My brain worked quickly: an unfamiliar car with a driver, an unfamiliar man of terrifying size and financial capabilities, an invitation, and I was an ordinary girl without connections and a “roof.” Conclusion? We need to run! Run without looking back!
And I would have run, despite the heels and tight skirt, but my legs carried me forward. Before I had time to come to my senses, I found myself in the cabin, on the leather seat of a black monster.
“Good morning, Chris,” the driver said quietly. Moreover, it sounded as if he greeted me every day.
The mountain slammed the door, and a few seconds later squeezed into another one - well, the one located on the opposite side. The black monster silently set off, covered the hundred meters that separated it from the avenue, and smoothly integrated into the morning traffic jam.
“I hate your area,” the mountain muttered. Then she flashed her green eyes and added: “Chris, maybe that’s enough?” My patience is not unlimited. Don't make me become like a barbarian.
- Uh... what?
“Moving, Chris,” explained the green-eyed one. “Either you move in with me voluntarily, or I kidnap you.” Choose.
I just heard it, didn’t I?
The questions “who am I” and “where am I” did not arise.
I remembered perfectly well who I was. I am Kristina Novikova, thirty years old, I work as an operator in a repair company
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computers and household appliances, I live with my mother, I have a certain number of friends of both sexes, I am not married.
Where did I end up? Well, that’s also clear. I determined the depth of this butt to be significant.
Subsequent events only confirmed my conclusion.
After an hour of jostling in traffic jams, the car drove into the city center, crept along one of the narrow streets and turned into a wide parking lot. The parking lot was adjacent to a monster of glass and concrete, screwed between ancient mansions.
They helped me get out of the car, forcibly placed my hand on my bent elbow and led me to the turntable. There was a crowd of clerks and security guards at the entrance to the business center, so I decided not to panic and not make a scene - well, at least for now.
So, leaning on the hand of a green-eyed stranger, I passed a luxurious hall decorated with marble and expensive wood, took a ride on an equally luxurious elevator and found myself at the reception desk.
- Good morning! – The blonde in a formal suit smiled radiantly. And not only grief, but also for me. Then she laid out a thin stack of documents on the counter.
Why did I take these papers? I have no idea! But no one objected...
The green-eyed man moved his hand to the waist, hugged him in the most familiar way and led him further. Having passed another reception, near which there were sofas for visitors, we entered a spacious office.
The opposite wall was completely glass. In the depths of the office there was a massive table, clearly belonging to the owner of this monastery. A little to the side is another one, smaller and more compact. I never believed in all kinds of psychic nasty things, but the feeling of recognition was so strong, so real... The second table is mine. I bet you!
To our right was a sofa, a couple of armchairs and a coffee table. Next to it is a bar cabinet. I noticed another door on the left, and I knew for sure that there was a bathroom there. Not a bathroom, but a full bathroom with a very, very large shower.
Before I had time to be amazed, the door lock clicked. The thin stack of documents was taken from my fingers and carelessly thrown aside. The leaves scattered and smoothly settled on the dark parquet floor, and I found myself pressed against the wooden door.
- Kri-is...
She not only realized the desires and intentions of the green-eyed man, but also felt her. They were impressive, to say the least.
“Cri-is...” the green-eyed one whispered again and pressed it to his lips.
I didn’t have time to turn away, so I had to pretend to be a frozen fish and wait for the mountain to realize that the kiss was one-sided.
And then his leg squeezed between my knees and... well, I need to do something before it’s too late.
- I can't!
The brunette froze and looked into his eyes.
- I... uh... - no, telling a stranger that I’m on my period is embarrassing. Even though the days are fictitious. Other arguments are not so weighty, but you have to take a risk. - I'm not in the mood.
He raised an eyebrow questioningly, but didn’t even think about moving away.
“Chris,” oh, how intimate my name sounded! “Chris, if this is because of Megaera, then I repeat: there is nothing between us, there has never been and there never will be.
I have no idea where it came from, but I knew for sure - Megaera is not a definition or a nickname, but a name.
-Who is Megaera?
The green-eyed man moved away a little and looked at him with an angry look.
- Kri-is, stop sulking.
The conclusion is wrong, but that doesn't matter. The important thing is that they are clearly not going to rape me.
Taking a deep breath, I became so bold that I decided to ask the most main question:
- And you? Who are you?
The stranger's lips curled into a grin. He paused, then released his grip and said:
- Clear. - And already heading to the work desk, he continued: - It’s clear, my rose. No, no. But remember, if anyone gets hurt today, it will be your fault.
Well, wow, what a statement!
- Hey! – I exclaimed indignantly.
The green-eyed man didn’t care about my indignation.
“Time, Chris,” tapping his fingernail on the glass. wristwatch, he said. – We have negotiations in an hour.
It seems to me, or a minute ago he didn’t care about these negotiations?
- Chris, work! – the boss added in an even, but rather demanding tone? Is he my boss?
Okay, let's figure it out. Right now we’ll start... figuring it out!
Sighing heavily, I pulled down my skirt and began to collect the papers scattered on the floor. On one of the sheets of paper with a design typical for statements and memos, I read: “To the General Director of S.K.R. LLC, G. I. Voznesensky.”
Soooo... And which Gleb Igorevich did your mother mention?
Having picked up the last piece of paper, I caught the intense, carnivorous gaze of green eyes and swallowed nervously. Well, yes, I might have guessed that bending over when you’re wearing a short skirt is somewhat dangerous.
Having pulled this part of the wardrobe again, she lifted her chin and proudly walked to “her” table. On the polished surface of the tabletop there were only a phone and a laptop.
Trying not to be surprised by the unhealthy order, she sank into a chair and opened the lid of the laptop. Short boot tone operating system, a few uncharacteristic clicks, and a window popped up on the screen asking for a password.
I was frankly confused and prepared to panic, but my fingers themselves reached for the keyboard and quickly typed something very tricky - with numbers, switching font and case.
The system swallowed the password, and a screensaver appeared on the screen, from which... well, my jaw dropped and my eyes almost burst.
Instead of the office-appropriate palm trees, kittens, and butterflies, he was watching from the screen! Well, the one who is Gleb Igorevich, presumably.
The photo is unprofessional, but the brunette posed. He was lying on the sofa—fortunately, not the one in the opposite corner of the office—and smiling predatorily. The compromising part of the body was covered with either a small towel or a napkin, but everything else... Mom, these are muscles! And the skin is so - mm...
“Cri-is...” the brunette called. I already jumped. - Chris, I sent you a letter.
She mechanically pointed her mouse at the Outlook icon, waited for the program to swallow a separate password, and quietly exhaled. Gleb! Yes, his name is Gleb after all!
And “my” superiors wrote the following: “Where are the documents on Danilov’s case? By the way, cool panties. Are they new?
I leaned back in my chair and stared at the brunette. He has x-ray vision, right? I mean, I did bend over, but not to that extent.
“Documents on Danilov,” Gleb reminded aloud.
And again this strange feeling of recognition - I pulled open the second drawer of the desk, pulled out the bottom one from the stack of folders and stood up.
The green-eyed man pretended that my graceful gait did not bother him - he sat with his face buried in the monitor and frowned. But as soon as the documents were placed on the edge of his truly huge table, he became indignant:
– Chris, my arms are not that long.
She knew that she shouldn’t obey, but she still approached. At the same moment, a hot palm covered one of the half-butts, and a hoarse voice ordered:
- Report!
Now he deigned to look up from the screen and look at me.
In general, when a man looks up to you, there is something... special about it. And when genuine passion, mixed with
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stubbornness...
- Well, I’m not in the mood, you know?
- Kri-is...
So, it seems, I’m starting to regret that I succumbed to an incomprehensible impulse and allowed myself to be lured into this strange office.
– We have negotiations in an hour! - I found it.
“In fifty-three minutes and ten seconds,” they answered me calmly and pulled me closer. They lifted the edge of the skirt with their teeth and... I couldn’t stand it.
- Gleb, stop it!
Stopped. He let me go. And he even pulled away.
- Okay, my rose. So be it.
The brunette turned his attention to the monitor again, but I hastily returned to my workplace. It was only when I sat down in the chair that I realized that my heart wanted to jump out of my chest and my legs were trembling slightly. When I'm in last time did you touch it like this? And when was the last time I did... well, the same thing?
The naked Gleb Igorevich had to be removed from the desktop. It’s just that when such a man smiles predatorily at you, it’s difficult to even do your usual work, let alone conduct an investigation... However, I seem to be making it more difficult - there’s no need to investigate anything here, it’s enough to make one phone call, and they’ll tell me everything, everything.
Snatching my mobile phone from my purse, I looked doubtfully at the newly minted boss and realized very clearly that I couldn’t leave the office. Or rather, you can’t go out with a mobile phone. Even to the bathroom.
I had to type a text message...
Mom, of course, was still offended, but she couldn’t help but call back after such a message.
“Not really,” I answered evenly.
The telephone conversation distracted Gleb from contemplating the screen. He looked at her with an attentive, slightly surprised look, then raised his eyebrow. I wasn’t going to explain my actions and turned away altogether.
- Mom, just answer, that’s all.
-Are you kidding me? “The parent was clearly taken aback.
Repeating the questions out loud would have been the height of stupidity; I had to get rid of myself.
- Mom, I'm serious. And I really want you to answer now. It is important.
Mom froze for about a minute and a half. All this time I felt a close, wary gaze on me, but I was not going to give up.
“Gleb Igorevich is your boss,” my mother finally said. This was the answer to the first question - who, strictly speaking, is he.
- Chris? “Now she’s really worried.” - Chris, did you have a fight? Or... What's going on?
- Mom, just tell me. I really want to know your opinion.
- Opinion? Ah... he's nearby, right?
- Well, of course.
On the phone they sighed and admitted:
– There has been an office romance between you for about six months now. And Gleb Igorevich has the most serious intentions. “Mom let out another heavy breath, and then added in a completely different tone: “Chris, if you leave him, you are not my daughter, understand?!”
My jaw actually dropped.
- What-oh?..
- What did I hear! – the parent blurted out. “I don’t know what you’re trying to achieve now, but don’t you dare leave Gleb!” Such men are one in a billion! You'd be a complete fool if...
- Stop, stop. Enough.
Mom fell silent, and I thought. So this isn't a glitch? And I really work at some S.K.R. LLC, sleep with my own boss, and... and all this with my mother's approval? Crap. I can still imagine the first and second, but the third...
- Mom, do you really mind?
The parent couldn't stand it and hung up.
The premonition that it was impossible to run away with a mobile phone was confirmed. As soon as she put the phone down, the green-eyed boss gloomily asked:
– Do you have any secrets?
How smart. Yes, they showed up. Or rather, I had one, but very big secret and a lot of questions.
– Gleb, I talked to my mother.
For me, this answer explains and justifies everything. You can do it with mom! But the new... hmm... lover thought differently.
- About yours, about your girl’s.
- Namely?
The chief frowned and looked at him in such a way that... in general, if it turns out that he really has x-ray vision, I wouldn’t be surprised.
Hoping to avoid interrogation, she returned the Outlook window to the screen and pretended to be immersed in reading. In fact, I was looking for an answer to the question - what exactly do I do? The answer was found almost immediately, in the signatures to the letters I sent it said: “Assistant to the General Director of S.K.R. LLC, Kristina Novikova.” Hmm, predictable, but logical.
A loud bang distracted me from looking at the screen. I raised my head to see my green-eyed boss filling a glass. Champagne in the morning?
Alcohol, oddly enough, was intended for me.
“Chris, relax,” the brunette said, placing his glass next to my laptop.
And then, looking at the bubbles rising from the bottom, I remembered the bench, illuminated by the meager lantern light, and the dog owner, whose name I never asked.
Dear mother... did I meet a wizard yesterday? And love? Big and... damn!
I don’t know what was so special about my face, but Gleb Igorevich stopped frowning. He smiled. And so much so that goosebumps not only ran down your back, but throughout your whole body. Somewhere in the depths of the body, a light flared up, and intuition helpfully suggested that with someone like Gleb, only dirty love is possible.
“But we have negotiations,” I muttered, swallowing nervously.
It’s hard to argue against such an argument, and the situation is one that you can’t understand without a bottle. Therefore, she gave the boss a grateful smile and accepted the glass.
I entered the meeting room in the most blissful mood. Three glasses of champagne somehow very quickly convinced me that Gleb Igorevich was not imaginary, but yesterday’s wizard... Damn! Why not? Why can’t something like this happen to me? Why am I worse?
In general, I decided to relax and try to have fun. From life in general and the situation in particular.
Gleb Igorevich definitely noticed the change in my mood, but was in no hurry to approach. I mean, I didn’t cross the line of what was permitted. But a slight smile, frequent glances and heavy sighs suggested that the boss would not give up. Well, I can't say I'm upset. We're lovers, right? And mom approves...
Sitting down at the table, right hand from Gleb, I once again glanced at his figure. Massive, powerful, with a narrow waist and equally narrow hips. I remembered from the photo that there were cubes on his stomach - it’s a pity I didn’t have time to count.
“Chris, get ready,” the boss whispered.
As soon as I believed in the severity of the tone and the seriousness of the situation, I felt a touch on my knee. And a moment later I realized that Gleb is a very purposeful person. His hand, without hesitation, slid under the skirt and froze a measly centimeter from the most precious thing.
My indignation was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. A secretary appeared on the threshold - the one who lived at the second reception, and behind her were two strangers in formal suits. One is obese and short, the second is tall, thin, with obvious metrosexual tendencies.
“Good afternoon,” the first one greeted.
The second one simply nodded and smiled without opening his lips.
Gleb had to free my... well, almost my leg from captivity. Stand up and greet guests with a handshake. I also wanted to get up, but my inner feeling told me that I could limit myself to a nod.
As soon as the visitors were seated, the secretary brought in a tray of coffee and left. I tried to move away from Gleb - just us from potential
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There was a table separating the clients, and I could already imagine what this would all lead to.
Not so! The chair seemed to be rooted to the floor!
Looking sideways, I discovered that the green-eyed management had grabbed the seat like a tick. I had to cross my legs and pretend that everything was purple for me.
An extended business card distracted me from the silent struggle with the boss. Then the second one. I also showed politeness - I opened the diary and took out my cards from a special pocket. Gleb did not participate in the exchange of business cards; he closely watched my hands. And he got so carried away that the metrosexual had to cough, twice.
“I’m listening to you,” Gleb said with a sigh.
The men looked at each other. Or rather, the plump one gave his friend a puzzled look, and the metrosexual barely noticeably shrugged his shoulders.
“Um...” the first one hesitated. - Mm…
“We need to eliminate the competitor,” the second one said evenly.
If it weren’t for the champagne, I would certainly have shuddered, but as it was... only the chubby one shuddered.
“No,” he grinned. – Ordinary temporary incapacity.
Temporary what?
Plump shook slightly and swallowed loudly. Then he placed the briefcase, which he had been clutching in his hands all this time, on the table and took out a simple cardboard folder.
And the second one continued:
– A couple of weeks is enough for us. Rough plan already sketched. He values his family very much, but his wife, judging by preliminary information, is wandering around. What is not a reason for temporary inadequacy?
“The information about my wife is inaccurate,” Gleb said, accepting the folder. - What if she is pure and innocent?
“So let her be guilty,” the second one shrugged.
I finally decided to look at the business cards. Both had the logo of a fairly well-known chain of stores. The metrosexual's name was Istarkh, the chubby one was an adviser, and the plump one himself... no, not the general manager, but simply the director. That is, the owner or one of them.
“Okay, we’ll figure it out...” muttered the green-eyed one. – We’ll also come up with an external reason, not for the first time. Do you know about the prices?
Having heard about the money, the director stopped being embarrassed.
- We know. But the amounts you assign...
“I don’t bargain,” Gleb snapped.
Plump tried to object:
– Gleb Igorevich, I understand everything, but now there’s a crisis!
He said something else, gave reasons and arguments. Intuition told me that the green-eyed man was not listening. It just lets the person talk.
I didn’t listen either, but not at all because I wasn’t interested. It’s just that at that time I was looking at Istarkh, spellbound. The director's advisor looked clearly at me, smiled and moved his tongue over... Mom! I’m not imagining it! He actually has fangs!
“I’m not bargaining,” Gleb repeated and even pushed the folder away from him.
“Well... well then we’ll think about it,” said the plump one.
The smile from the metrosexual’s lips disappeared in an instant.
- Venya! I warned you!
And it was said in such a tone that Venya turned pale and began to shake again.
“Gleb Igorevich, excuse me,” Istarkh continued meanwhile. – This is a misunderstanding, nothing more. Of course we agree. And we will pay the amount on time.
The boss nodded so slowly, so reluctantly, as if profit was the last thing that interested him. And then he turned to the plump one and said:
– Leave us for a moment.
Leaving the meeting room, the man looked around and nervously adjusted his tie. And as soon as the door closed... no, I didn’t have time to understand how it happened. It’s just that Istarkh found himself spread out on the table, the metrosexual’s throat being squeezed by Gleb’s powerful paw.
“Who are you baring your fangs at, you fucking bloodsucker?!” - the boss hissed.
“I...” Istarkh began, but couldn’t finish – he wheezed.
“I’ll see you again, do you know where I’ll put the aspen stake?”
“I guess,” Istarkh hissed, kicking his feet on the tabletop. He tried in vain to get rid of Gleb's hand and quickly turned grey.
- I can not hear! – the green-eyed man growled.
- I understand! Understood! - Istarkh howled.
The hand unclenched.
The previous negotiator flew out the door faster than I could say “meow.”
“They’ve completely lost their belts,” Gleb muttered. - Maybe we should declare a hunt, huh?
I said nothing.
When we returned to the office, I, remembering recent events, immediately recoiled from the door and hurried to my desk. But I didn’t have time to sit down in the chair - Gleb caught up with me earlier. The instinct of self-preservation screamed - you cannot give this man the opportunity to approach from behind! Therefore, I had to turn my face and freeze in the hope that everything would work out.
It didn't work out.
Gleb came close, I unconsciously stepped back and leaned against the table. And the next moment they sat me down on this very table and began to trace the outline of my lips with their finger. What a blessing that I ate all the lipstick during the negotiations! Otherwise it would be now... however, it doesn’t matter.
“Cri-is...” whispered the green-eyed one. - Kri-is...
I groaned.
No, I wasn’t going to react to this man - after meeting Istarkh and his boss, even my mother’s approval was no longer convincing. But the body decided differently; it didn’t care about questions of ethics and common sense. It was like a fiery tornado swept across the skin, and Gleb’s next touch made him arch and throw back his head.
When his lips touched his neck, a terrible thought pierced his consciousness - but Gleb was also not a person. Otherwise, he would not have been able to lay Istarkh on his shoulder blades. Moms... where did vampires come from? Crap! Do they really exist?
- Kri-is...
The kiss was long, deep, intoxicating. I woke up only when I felt the boss’s hands on my chest. He somehow managed to unbutton the jacket, now he stroked it with his thumbs, occasionally reaching under the lace of the bust.
The skirt was instantly pulled up almost to the waist. One of the boss's hands rested on his butt, the other rushed to the clasp of the bust.
Frozen. Just for a moment, but froze. And then everything started again, only this time I finally got to the clasp.
Gleb didn’t hear - he enthusiastically caressed with his lips what was previously hidden behind the lace, and rapturously kneaded the skirt. And since my legs were spread apart for some reason, and the green-eyed man was not shy about pressing me, the level of male interest was more than obvious.
- Gleb, stop it!
Stopped. I mean, he stopped kissing, but he still pressed me. He raised his head and I almost screamed. Definitely not a person! People don't have red flashes in their eyes!
- Gleb, I told you so. Don't want.
“Do you want...” they answered me hoarsely and pressed me so that the desire, which I tried to fight, intensified a hundred times. Alas, I knew for sure - this is not magic, physiology.
- Gleb, I’m not ready! – The argument sounded pitiful, but at least it was something.
- Kri-is...
– I’m not ready, you know? I... I need to work. Here!
The boss raised his eyebrow and said:
Oh wow!
“I’ll fire you to hell,” the green-eyed man said with conviction. – You will come to this office for personal matters. From nine to six, Monday to Friday. Will it suit you?
Mm... If work interferes with something, well, what the hell, this work? Crap. This is wrong.
- Don't fire me.
The answer was a furrowed eyebrow and a skeptical grin.
- Why so?
Because when you get into some kind of wild story, a constant source of income definitely doesn’t hurt. And in general, I intend to live according to the established scenario, I’ll just figure out what’s what first.
“Cri-is...” the boss called again. These intonations send shivers down my spine.
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they ran, and the chest... So, it’s time to stop with this. I mean, fasten it!
I pulled away, for which I had to practically lie down on the table (I think now I know why there is nothing here except a laptop and a phone), and tried to catch the edges of the bust.
- Help? – the brunette whispered.
Great question, yeah. Especially when it comes from the mouth of someone who shamelessly leans on top, depriving him of any opportunity to fasten himself.
“I’ve been Gleb for two hundred years,” the authorities muttered, but the bust was still buttoned.
My amazement was drowned in a new kiss, after which the green-eyed man (or rather, the green-eyed man with a red speck, but these are minor things) retreated.
She had to button her jacket and straighten her skirt, which had actually ridden up to her waist. Under the gun of a very unambiguous look.
– Gleb, well, we’re adults, right?
Personally, this argument always sobered me up and made me think about my behavior. He made a completely different impression on Gleb:
- That's it. And I don't understand why we grown-ups can't do... grown-up things.
- Because I need to sort things out.
- I'll fire you! – folding his hands on his powerful chest, the boss growled.
“You won’t fire me,” I muttered, proudly sitting down in a chair and opening the laptop. “I’m too valuable.”
She hit the target at random, but hit the target. The bosses wrinkled their noses and stood back, just as proud as I was. However... the protruding indicator of male desires spoiled the picture somewhat - I had to bite my tongue so as not to be sarcastic about this.
So... the investigation continues!
No, I really was going to find out what was what - delve into files and letters, get into the archives, of which there were about a dozen, check contacts, but... it didn’t happen. I just had to sit down at the laptop, something clicked in my head and I... well, I really got to work.
First, I wrote two protocols of negotiations with Istarkh and his “director”. One was official, where the request was listed as an order for a PR company in order to weaken a competitor. The second is real, where everything was stated without embellishment, and in a separate footnote the metrosexual’s affiliation with bloodsuckers was indicated.
Afterwards, having accepted a memorable folder from Gleb Igorevich, I wrote out a draft plan for working with the “object” - the same competitor that was ordered to our LLC. The wife's infidelity was listed as the first of the possible external reasons for the subsequent “nervous breakdown.” Yes, quotation marks are required, because there was no talk of any disruption. The subject had to experience the mental impact of the third level, receive a mental attitude to yell and act weird for two weeks. The start of the operation was scheduled for the 21st, with a possible postponement of the date - the date was tied to the beginning of some trading.
Having finished with the protocols and plan, I began to sort through the stack of documents received at the reception. It was more complicated there - reports on several “PR companies”, one application for transfer to a European branch and an internal memo on a court case, the meaning of which... Oh, mommies! The meaning of this case was that two witches received mutually exclusive orders and, instead of resolving the issue “according to the established procedure,” they started a war. The author of the memo asked that the video surveillance recording be included in the case, but he addressed Gleb directly. That is, Gleb was a judge in this case, or one of the judges.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t think about this information, at least at that time. Moreover, she grinned and wrote a refusal in a sweeping manner! Somewhere in my head there was a thought - the lawyer was trying to chatter, to reduce the case to a meaningless polemic, and not for the first time. And for me it was a routine. The most routine of all!
She stopped for coffee twice, and not only did she make coffee for herself - Gleb Igorevich also received the honor. I probably wouldn’t have paid attention at all, but my consciousness caught on to several small details.
First, Gleb and I had a separate, personal coffee maker. It stood in the common kitchen, but the only one who was allowed to touch the machine was me.
The second is the views of our LLC employees. The idea that colleagues should despise an assistant or secretary who sleeps with the boss sat somewhere at the subconscious level, and held on tighter than a fairy-tale turnip. But while walking along the corridors, I didn’t catch a single hostile glance. Moreover, my colleagues looked with respect and smiled sincerely. As if I... am doing the most important, most responsible job in the world.
Third... Third - Gleb himself. He didn’t care at all about the drink, but the brunette bosses reacted very sharply to my approach to my own table. The red flashes in his eyes no longer flashed, but Gleb Igorevich was pulling his hands... I even had to threaten him with a cup thrown over his head.
My green-eyed boss left around four, having previously caught me leaving the bathroom. He didn’t bother me, but he bit his lower lip and growled some curse word in an unfamiliar language. I made a “goat face” in response, immediately returned to my laptop and plunged into studying work plans for the next month.
And I woke up only when a shaven-headed cabinet burst into the office and boomed:
“Chris, I’m sorry, but Gleb Igorevich ordered to make sure that you don’t stay too long.”
- What? – I muttered in bewilderment.
- Home! - He explained the closet and shook the car keys.
- Ah... Wait a minute!
The hand itself reached out to the telephone receiver, the fingers confidently tapped out the short internal number.
- Marin... Marin, are you completely crazy? – I asked gloomily.
Marina answered after a short pause:
- And what is wrong?
– You set the deadline for the analysis for the last six months to the twentieth. I won't have time to check it. Let's move it at least a couple of days?
There was silence on the other end of the line. It seemed amazed to me, and soon the guess was confirmed.
- Chris! – Marina didn’t speak, she whispered. – Gleb Igorevich set a deadline of twenty-one!
“Then we’ll postpone it a day.” Not much, but at least something. I’ll check it on the twentieth, and you’ll pass it on the twenty-first.
- Kri-is! Well, you yourself said that the twenty-first is not allowed!
- Why not? – No, well, it’s really unclear. And what difference does it make – the twentieth, the twenty-first...
– Your critical days will begin! – Marina blurted out in the same whisper.
She blurted out and I blurted out. What does this have to do with it? But she said something else into the phone:
- Ah... Sorry. I forgot. Then... then of course. We'll try. As a last resort, take a quick look at the closet. Not the one with the drinks, but the one with the shaven head and the car keys - I’ll try to hang around after work.
- Chris, darling! Try! You know, he will tear us apart if anything goes wrong!
– I hope this is not in the literal sense?
Marina (who is she anyway, huh?) laughed nervously. I laughed too - just for the company. And then it didn’t become funny at all. What the heck is that? Where is the analytical report and where am I?
“Chris...” the closet boomed.
- Just a minute!
After hanging up, I opened Gleb’s schedule for the next month. An hour ago it didn’t bother me at all that from the twenty-first to the twenty-fourth there was one continuous space, but
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now... now I also opened the work plan and discovered the same thing.
Somehow I suddenly remembered the scarlet flashes in my eyes, and the force with which Istarkh’s superiors pressed him to the table, and... and a crazy thought crept into my head - maybe my employer is also a vampire? Not toothless - I’m already convinced that he has teeth, but... some kind of specific one. Otherwise, why is the red day of the calendar given such importance?
I spent the evening on a bench near the entrance. It was not at all interesting to sit just like that, but I didn’t dare take a book or anything else entertaining with me. It's better to be bored than to miss it.
Yes Yes! I was waiting for the dog walker! She peered at every passerby and silently prayed - if only she was lucky! Well, she swore... a little.
Big dirty love? Fine! And even great! Although, when I agreed, I didn’t think that everything would come true. But vampires and witches? Sorry, I didn’t sign up for this. Maybe in our beautiful human world and there are people like that, but I didn’t know about them before and somehow didn’t plan to encounter them. And she didn’t ask to give her “love” superpowers either.
No, I don't want life to go back to the way it was, but I really, really, really need answers. Aware means armed!
For this rendezvous, I wore the only more or less simple set from my new wardrobe - a sports skirt and a T-shirt. Unfortunately, there were no shoes included with this outfit, so all the old ladies in our yard appreciated the shoes a la stripper.
By the way, none of them liked the shoes. But all the men without exception approved of the bare knees, even San Sanych, a pensioner from the first floor, chuckled good-naturedly.
But the dog walker was in no hurry to appear...
When the world turned black and a lantern came on above the bench, I started looking sideways towards the supermarket. Maybe we should run for champagne? Well, like last time? And when she decided to take this desperate step, a figure emerged from the darkness. Unfortunately, the visitor did not look like a typical visitor...
- What are you doing here? – Gleb asked quietly.
“I’m sitting,” I reported, shuddering.
The boss slowly approached and sat down next to him. At a decent, chaste distance.
- Why here?
Intuition didn’t whisper, but actually screamed – you can’t talk about a dog owner! Well, I lied:
- I quarreled with my mother. Slightly.
They gave me a mocking, tired look. In general, in the man who was sitting next to him, a hypersexual womanizer was faintly discernible.
– Chris, isn’t it fate to warn?
Another mocking glance and a heavy sigh.
- Because your security has been... uh... on edge all evening.
- Who is mine?
“My little rose, don’t say you didn’t know.”
Dear Mom... it seems that I incorrectly determined the depth of the butt I fell into. I thought this was a mountain gorge, but it turns out - Mariana Trench.
-Chris, let's go home, shall we? – Gleb drawled.
- Kri-is...
I turned around to find myself face to face with Gleb - the heels compensated well for the difference in height, but he was still taller. The next second his palms lay on his waist, and a groan filled the evening silence:
- Kri-is...
And the world turned upside down.
Or rather, it was me who turned over - in one light, barely perceptible movement, the boss threw me over his shoulder and dragged me away.
- Gleb! Gleb, let me in immediately!
The answer was a slap on the butt and a cheerful:
- Gleb! “I was seriously indignant, but quietly. Why draw extra attention? Why embarrass yourself in front of your neighbors?
“Chris, I warned you,” the green-eyed one responded. - So be kind and don’t yell. Although, if you really want to... - My butt received another spank. - You can resist.
But the bosses were no longer listening, they were talking on their mobile phones...
– Alina Yuryevna, good evening. I'm kidnapping your daughter here, do you mind?
The answer of the one who always stood guard over my morality was heard more than clearly:
- Finally!
- Yes, he resists. No I do not agree. – Pause and chuckle. - Well, I’ll manage somehow!
- Gleb! – I growled.
“I’ll tell you, of course, but I don’t think she’ll listen,” the kidnapper said amused and slapped her on the backside again. - Yeah!
Another pause and through laughter:
- Alina Yuryevna, now my guys will come to you. Yes, for things. No, it's all there. Of course I was prepared! Okay, we're already approaching the car. Yep, see you later!
Unable to bear it, I finally cracked the green-eyed one. Also on the backside.
It's a pity that this gesture had no effect.
“Be patient, my rose,” the brunette grinned. - Soon everything will be.
Chapter two
Gleb was located in the center, in one of those houses that look older than mammoths, but inside are more modern than the most innovative laboratory.
Before getting to the elevator, we had to pass two security posts and a concierge, who was friendly informed that a girl was now also living in the twelfth apartment. Grandfather broke into a smile and said:
- Welcome, Chris. Glad you finally made up your mind.
I really wanted to answer that I didn’t decide on any end, and in general I’m running away from this end, but my grandfather wouldn’t have understood anyway, and if that’s the case, what’s the point of being frank?
They dragged me into the elevator by the hand, but out of the elevator, on the contrary, they pushed me under my butt. Moreover, they pushed me out somehow not very willingly, they groped me more and more. In the end, I spat on my pride and rushed to the door with the announced number.
The door was unusual, armored. Gleb Igorevich unlocked the lock very slowly, and the only reason I was the fool for this delay and managed to stand exactly opposite! So it was very convenient to press me against the steel surface, yeah...
- Gleb! – I hissed. The hundredth time in the past half hour.
Immediately I received a kiss on the neck and a light push in the back - the door opened inward, and I did not enter the dwelling of the green-eyed authorities, but burst into it.
The light flared up on its own, illuminated a spacious hallway with a minimum of furniture, and tore out a piece of the living room from the darkness. To be honest, I didn’t see much, but that was quite enough to make me quietly gasp – not bad!
-Hungry? – asked the brunette. Again he pressed himself from behind.
It was not I who answered him, but my stomach - how grumpy it is, however.
Gleb instantly became serious, or rather stern.
– Didn’t have dinner again? Do you want to make money on gastritis?
“I want to,” I muttered, but at that moment I was not thinking about gastritis, but about the fact that the green-eyed man’s advances were not in vain. Somewhere in the depths of the body a light flashed, and it was much hotter than the one that burned during the day. The body, like the mother, voted for Gleb, and he did not care at all about the moral torment of the hostess.
- To the kitchen, quickly! – growled my... hypothetical lover. He kicked off his shoes and hurried forward. Actually, following him, I found out the location of the kitchen.
Until recently, I was convinced that a high-tech interior is only good in pictures. Gleb Igorevich’s kitchen dispelled my illusions - it was beautiful, stylish and at the same time cozy. But I liked the containers with ready-made food that filled the refrigerator much more.
No, no supermarkets. Restaurant!
- Are you as usual? – the green-eyed one inquired.
“Yes,” I said, sitting down on a high chair and tucking my bare feet.
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Five minutes later it turned out that I love Caesar with shrimps, some kind of fish a la in batter and garbage with capers.
Having transferred the whole thing onto plates and warmed up the fish, Gleb retreated. True, he first stole the largest shrimp and cherry tomato from my salad.
In general, when strangers pick at your plate, it’s unpleasant. But I preferred to look at what happened through the eyes of an optimist - Gleb is definitely not a vampire! After all, vampires don’t eat human food, right? Although... they should still be afraid of the light of the sun, but the same Istarkh is not afraid. Crap!
While I was racking my brains over conceptual issues, Gleb managed to take a shower and change clothes. Now it was not a businessman in an Armani shirt who walked around the apartment without partitions, but a half-naked sex symbol in soft pants.
When he taxied into the kitchen, I almost choked on my caper - droplets of water were still glistening on the bronze relief torso. My hair was also damp, and I liked the mess that reigned on the boss’s head much more than the decent hairstyle I had seen before.
- Guilt? – the green-eyed man suggested, taking out a bottle of... whiskey.
No... I definitely won’t drink, otherwise I’ll immediately become stupid and agree to everything. However, I will agree anyway, but later. I wish I could understand the situation at least a little, and then...
A trill—an intercom, no less—distracted me from a new bout of conceptual thinking. The next moment, the screen of the television hanging from the ceiling flashed, revealing two concentrated male faces. I even recognized one of them - the same guy who took me away from the office.
“Your things have been brought,” Gleb smiled and left him alone again. Well, that is, in the company of Caesar, capers and bitten fish.
The hallway, despite the absence of walls, was not visible, but I clearly heard the rustle of voices and deep, friendly laughter. The men talked for no more than five minutes, then everything became quiet.
I expected to see half-naked Gleb again - especially since the glass of whiskey was left there, but the brunette did not return. After finishing dinner, she waited a good five minutes, then put the plates in the sink and went in search.
The second walk through my boss’s monastery impressed me even more. The mental cry “people live!” was replaced by a dull groan - “I hope the green-eyed one has a housekeeper?” No, I’m not lazy, but cleaning in such an apartment... well, it’s easier to shoot yourself, honestly.
I never found Gleb, but I found the stairs to the second floor and groaned out loud. Then she gathered her strength and shouted:
- Gleb, are you there?
And in response there is silence, but intuition whispers - yeah.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped towards my destiny. After all, it’s clear as day that by sitting at the bottom, you won’t solve problems and you won’t dot the “e”. I have to talk to the boss - find out, convince, protect myself... And I really want to look at his torso, but just in the meantime...
Upstairs, unlike the first floor, there were walls. Or rather, there was a whole hall combined with a living room, and about six doors. I trudged towards the one that was open, and was not at all surprised to find myself in the bedroom.
The room turned out to be very spacious. The only furniture is a bed and bedside tables. Well, also a carpet and a few quiet ones, abstract paintings on the walls.
There were two more doors on the right. The near one, as the same intuition suggested, led to the bathroom, and the far one led to the dressing room. However, in order to understand the latter, no special feeling was required - this door was open, and the rows of hangers were visible from the threshold.
Actually, Gleb showed up next to the dressing room...
The brunette, still dressed only in house pants, gloomily contemplated two banal shuttle bags. Common sense suggested that one should not approach the boss, but the same common sense hinted that according to Gleb, we have known each other for a thousand years, and if I start making noise, the brunette will suspect something is wrong. And considering that he keeps acquaintances with vampires... in general, you shouldn’t give reasons for suspicion, otherwise he’ll get to the bottom of the truth and then what?
Putting a mask of universal indifference on her face, she walked up and looked into the dressing room. My office suits were already hanging, my laundry was piled into two large plastic boxes. Another box was filled with stockings - used mixed with new ones.
– Will you arrange the shoes yourself? – without looking in my direction, Gleb asked.
- Yes. – The word came out of my mouth before I had time to think about it.
The next moment a hot hand lay on my waist, and an equally hot whisper touched my ear:
I swallowed involuntarily and tried to pull away. Not so...
The green-eyed one, first of all, didn’t let me in. Secondly, he turned to me and put his second hand on the place where the back is no longer a back, but something more. Then he leaned over with the obvious intention of kissing, but I quickly leaned aside and once again said:
– Gleb, I’m not ready.
- Kri-is...
- Sorry, but I really can’t. “I put all my meager confidence into these words. But she couldn’t resist touching the bronze torso. True, the reason was plausible - I was trying to push away the hypersexual boss.
ABOUT! What skin he has! What's underneath? Cast steel?
- Kri-is...
The boss's eyes flashed scarlet, his hands tensed.
I exhaled noisily and prepared to say something smart when they turned me around and pushed me towards the bed. In the end, she said a banality:
Gleb silently wrapped his arms around his waist and took a step forward. Of course, I had to take a step too.
– Gleb, I’m not ready.
The red-eyed boss was still in no hurry to answer; he confidently walked towards the bed, which was a good ten meters away. And, unlike me, he was completely ready - I felt it with my butt, and in the literal sense.
- Gleb, stop it.
Didn't stop. Silently he led me to a bed covered with a black blanket and lightly pushed him in the back. I couldn’t stay on my feet - my knees were weak from his insinuations, my mind was clouded. But the instinct of self-preservation came to life, and I found the strength to crawl a couple of centimeters, then get on all fours and continue running at much greater speed.
Alas, the last decision was wrong...
“Chris…” they moaned hoarsely from behind, and my retreat ended because someone impudently grabbed me tightly by my hips. And the next second I felt a hot hand sneaking under my skirt and pulling off my panties in one precise movement.
- Yes darling?
The brunette did not continue the process of getting rid of the lower part of his underwear - this wardrobe item remained in the area of his knees. The skirt, on the contrary, flew up.
- Yes Dear. Already. Right now... right now.
And it was like lightning struck me. All. From head to toe. Then it let go for a moment and again. Next came a wave of pleasure - incredible, strong, violent. Behind her is another one, a third, a fourth.
The answer was a new powerful jerk, and the world went crazy. Or have I fallen into madness?
- Gleb? “I called quietly, when I was not only tired of looking at the monotonous pattern of the bedspread, but disgusted.
- Yes, my rose?
He lay next to her, on his side, possessively hugging her waist and breathing evenly into her ear. He reacted to any attempt to move away with a quiet growl and muscle tension. I couldn’t overcome this mountain before, and in this state...
- Gleb, can I at least get dressed?
I was hinting at panties. They
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They were still somewhere around the knees, and it was unnerving. The lifted skirt was also unnerving, but much less so.
Good question. And is there no answer attached to it? Well, one that would suit this male?
Yes, a male! What else can you call a man who... In general, it wasn’t us who made love, it was he who made love to me. Fast, monotonous, but damn, high quality. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it.
“Cri-is...” whispered the brunette.
He pulled away, but only to turn me over on my back and run his hand under my T-shirt. At that moment I managed to pull down my skirt, and immediately heard a hoarse voice:
- How shy we are today...
“Gleb...” I exhaled pitifully.
The boss, who had turned green-eyed again, gave him a cheeky smile and kissed the corner of his mouth. And then my T-shirt was lifted, my bust was unbuttoned, and those same lips began to caress my breasts with such fervor that I involuntarily arched over and moaned.
Meanwhile, Gleb’s hand slid down and returned the skirt to its previous position – that is, to the belt.
- Not fair!
- Oh really? – the boss responded hoarsely. “Who kept me on a starvation diet all day today, huh?”
- A? – I repeated thoughtlessly, only to immediately let out another moan.
“Don’t say that you forgot what this means,” Gleb continued. – And don’t lie that you’re not ready for retribution.
The boss's irises began to turn red again, while his hand...
They didn’t give me the opportunity to speak out - they simply closed my mouth with a kiss and continued to act lawlessly. And now, no matter how much I wanted, I couldn’t call the boss an egoist - he was too sensitive to my reactions.
About two minutes later, my mind announced its capitulation and passed out, and I was swallowed up by a new wave of infinitely sweet madness. The night promised to be not only hot, but also long...
I woke up in the most wonderful mood. The bedroom was filled with gray morning light, rain rustled outside, Gleb breath tickled on his neck. Well, what else is needed for happiness? Unless it's a day off...
Carefully stretching, I listened to myself and with the greatest surprise discovered that I was not only happy, but also full of strength. Although I remember exactly - I fell asleep with the feeling that a column of tanks drove over me, more than once.
Still carefully, she moved the sleeping boss’s hand from her own... well, almost waist and tried to get out of the bed.
- Where? – the green-eyed man asked hoarsely and pulled him back. Wow! But it turns out we are not sleeping!
- In the bathroom. Can?
A feigned grumbling was heard in response. Then they lightly slapped me on the butt and let me go.
To be embarrassed by a man who gave you acrobatics lessons all night, and even with the lights on, is, of course, stupid, but the feeling of a carnivorous gaze did not allow me to gracefully walk around the bedroom - I almost broke into a run. In the bathroom, which was of epic size and was equipped with both a shower and a huge Jacuzzi bathtub, I found out that my cheeks weren’t just burning - they were glowing!
I decided to fight the blush with a cool shower. True, she looked around all the time... but Gleb never came. Intuition whispered that this was not entirely normal, that such behavior did not fit into the boss’s habits. I was even a little nervous, but I liked the reasons for the sudden chastity...
He was full! That is, absolutely and completely! It was with this well-fed smile that he greeted me, wrapped in a bathrobe, stretched out exactly like a cat, kissed me as I walked, and disappeared into the bathroom. And I went to look for a hairdryer.
The fact that the things were delivered extremely quickly suggested that I didn’t see a hairdryer, a cosmetic bag, or any other useful little thing. However, everything was found in one of the bags displayed near the dressing room.
Also in this bag were my school and college diplomas, framed photographs and a collection of porcelain hedgehogs. The latter was packed in a shoe box, carefully lined with paper.
What can I say?
- But Mom! Well…
- Why are we hissing? – asked Gleb coming out of the bathroom.
I stole the green-eyed man’s robe, so he sported a towel. Droplets of water glistened on her bronze skin, and danced in her eyes... no, not red lights, but the most banal little devils.
- Have you agreed? – I didn’t ask, I stated.
The boss arched an ironic eyebrow and asked in the most innocent voice:
- Chris, my rose, what are you talking about?
This is how to react to this, huh? Yesterday I would certainly have gotten angry and told the brunette everything, and in exclusively obscene terms. And now? It’s not that I’ve reconciled myself, but... my mother won’t wish anything bad, right?
In addition, Gleb Igorevich was the first person to whom they not only let me go, but actually evicted me. All previous attempts to escape from their home were met with a categorical: “No! No! And again no!” Mom did not consider this type of relationship at all; in her understanding, moving is possible, but only through the registry office. So…
In general, I took a hairdryer and a comb from my bag and silently stomped into the bathroom.
- Kri-is...
Gleb stepped in the way, but I didn’t fall into the trap.
“Cri-is...” the green-eyed man repeated invitingly and took a step forward.
On the contrary, I retreated.
- Chris, what's the problem? – he instantly became serious.
Problem? The problem is that I'm thirty. And all these years I was convinced that magic did not exist, just like vampires, and everything. I always knew what to expect from my mother. I... I could figure out my future. And now I'm at a loss. And a special degree of this confusion is added by the fact that I really like you.
- Kri-is...
I was finally caught. They pressed him, bent down, and touched his ear with his lips.
“Chris, you know...” whispered the one whose nightly sketches still made him blush. “If I believed in fate, I would say that...” the brunette exhaled noisily, “that our meeting was predetermined.”
I swallowed nervously, but didn’t ask for details. Only now it was not my intuition that told me, but common sense! After all, if Gleb and I have been together for a long time, then I know most of his cockroaches, right? And an attempt to get acquainted again may arouse suspicions, but what do we need suspicions for? That's right... we don't need suspicion.
“We’ll be late for work,” I muttered. She deftly twisted out of the grip, walked around her opponent and finally broke into the bathroom.
An even message came straight from behind:
- I'm downstairs.
Yeah. Well, of course.
The girl the mirror was broadcasting was ordinary. The same dark brown hair, brown eyes, even, but somewhat long nose... But the lips are swollen, and for natural reasons. Crap! If you try to understand what he found in me, you will break your brain!
It seems that Scarlett O'Hara is in every second women's novel commemorated. Only her philosophy can explain their logic.
“Chris, you got it,” I exhaled dully. And then she thought and added: “But it’s too early to relax.” You don't lose anything. - And in a very whisper: “You’re thirty, Chris!”
Returning to the bedroom, I discovered that the mess created by a pair of inadequate lovers had disappeared. No panties on the floor, no busts on the chandelier. The bed was made with the same black blanket, and the curtains, on the contrary, were drawn back. Behind the glass stretched a landscape inaccessible to the common man - ancient houses, diluted with the greenery of almost destroyed public gardens, and a temple! One of those things they draw on postcards.
Looking at this temple, I again returned to
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question - who is my new lover? Vampires are disappearing after all. Who else? Werewolves, demons, witchers? For the first time I regretted that I was not into fantasy and other mysticism. Perhaps, if I had been a little more savvy in such matters, I would have identified it right away.
– What do we have for today? – Gleb asked sternly.
We stood on the landing, waiting for the elevator. The green-eyed man was dressed in the same formal trousers and a white shirt with short sleeves. In one hand he clutched a stylish leather briefcase, the other hugged me like a owner.
“At ten the security working group, at one o’clock the plan-fact for the last quarter, at four the preliminary meeting on the Danilov case,” I said without hesitation. And I wasn’t even surprised, because... well, I still studied the boss’s schedule.
Gleb winced and pressed him tighter.
- What's wrong? – But it’s not me anymore, it’s intuition.
“Yes, this Danilov...” the boss drawled and gave another hostile grimace. - Chris, how about you go to the meeting with me?
Intuition was surprised, and greatly. She knew for sure that Danilov’s case was one of those for which not only am I not called, but... in general, I’m not even supposed to know about Danilov. You can know about two witches who received mutually exclusive orders, but you can’t know about this.
– Gleb, you’re joking, aren’t you?
The boss sighed heavily and buried his nose in my hair. I instinctively turned around and reached for his lips. Exactly at that moment the elevator doors opened, and we heard a cheerful:
- Oh, that's it!
I shuddered and tried to jump away from the boss, but where could I stand against his strength?
“Good morning to you too,” Gleb said and dragged him into the booth.
Only now was I able to realize that in front of us was an elderly couple. He is tall and thin, she is short, plump, wearing a surprisingly awkward hat. Neighbours. How to give a drink!
The woman smiled, broadly and sincerely. And the man was biting his lips in an obvious attempt to hold back his laughter.
“We are very glad that you decided to move,” the woman said. This happened on the first floor, at the exit of the elevator. – If you need anything, please contact me.
I nodded politely and squeezed out an answering smile. Well, the compassionate old lady’s companion took a business card from his wallet and handed it to Gleb.
One look at the card and the boss's lips... Wow! Yes, he looked like a boy. Moreover, one who was given a real steam locomotive instead of a toy one.
- Gleb? – I called quietly.
There was no answer. The card was put into my breast pocket, and I was dragged towards the exit. The “Black Monster” was already waiting, shamelessly shining with polish and headlights.
Gleb gallantly sat him down on a leather sofa, quickly walked around the car and squeezed through the next door. The driver, whose mood matched that of the boss - apparently because there was no need to drag himself to the outskirts for one irreplaceable assistant - quickly taxied out of the closed area and squeezed the “monster” into the slow, one-way traffic.
The brunette shook his head, but I was categorically not satisfied with this answer. I moved closer and reached for that very pocket. The hand was intercepted.
“Ay-ay-ay...” whispered the authorities. He also shook his finger.
I didn't heed the warning. What's the point of giving up if your other hand is still free? And putting her fingers into that very pocket, she heard a hoarse voice:
- Kri-is, you’ll finish the game...
Music suddenly filled the salon, loud and rhythmic. Glancing at the rearview mirror, I saw the driver turn away this very mirror. Gleb's hand immediately wrapped around his waist and...
- Stop! – I blurted out.
“Yeah...” the green-eyed man whispered and shamelessly captured my lips.
Oh mommies! What will happen now?!
Gleb let go of his captive hand, but only to grab his knee and then crawl under his skirt. I, in turn, slammed my fist into the cast steel of his chest and bit the brunette on the tongue. The boss didn’t notice the first one at all, but the second one... In general, it was a mistake. Big, very big.
The chief froze, opened his eyes, and arched his eyebrow eloquently. I responded with an equally open look and continued to stand my ground - I mean, I didn’t open my teeth. Gleb Igorevich waited for several seconds, clearly giving me a chance to change my mind, then he squeezed me so tightly that I almost gasped. Scarlet flashes flashed in the green eyes.
Then the realization came over me - before my teeth closed on his tongue, the preoccupied boss was simply teasing. But now... Damn!
- Gle-fuck! – I mentally prayed.
Whether I heard it or not, I don’t know, but I narrowed my eyes. And then... then I felt his tongue lengthen and touch my palate. And what touched this very sky... it was forked.
Out of fear, I not only unclenched my teeth, but also managed to recoil, breaking the grip. She pressed her back against the car door and picked up her handbag that had fallen on the floor - it was, at least, an obstacle. Gleb responded to my attempt to shield himself with a light, promising smile.
And the next moment the car turned and stopped. The music stopped, and there was a click as the doors unlocked.
“What a brave girl,” the boss said hoarsely.
I didn’t ask the driver for protection - it was clear that it was useless. She carefully pulled the door lever and gracefully got out of the car. And only after that she looked around. We were in the parking lot, the same one next to the office building where our S.K.R. LLC located, adjacent.
The glass turntable, like yesterday, was crowded with guards and clerks. Some smoked, some chatted, some simply delayed the moment of appearing at work. And although there were mostly men here, I realized very clearly that they would not help. They just won't be able to help.
“Cri-is...” Gleb stood on the other side of the “black monster,” but I still shuddered. - Kri-is... come here.
I swallowed nervously and shook my head.
“My little rose…” the boss whispered, giving him a very affectionate smile. - Come to me, don’t make things worse.
Perhaps he should have listened and submitted, but... he has a forked tongue. Forked! Like a snake!
Gathering up the remnants of her courage, she straightened her shoulders and said:
- Gleb Igorevich, let's discuss this later. We have a working group of ten.
- What are you talking about? – the brunette was obviously surprised. I tried not to think about the fact that the irises of his eyes were rapidly turning purple.
- And plan-fact per hour.
“Uh...” Gleb began to walk around the car, and I shamefully retreated. From behind, of course.
- And another meeting. Do you remember about the meeting, Gleb Igorevich? You should prepare for it, otherwise Danilov...
“Poor... poor Danilov,” the brunette sighed. “You’ll ruin him, Chris.”
- You, my rose. You.
Still, it’s dangerous to walk with your back - I accidentally bumped into someone’s car. She squealed from the contact with my butt and flashed her headlights.
“Bravo, my little rose,” whispered Gleb, pressing him to the steel body. - Bravo! You and I rarely organize demonstration performances...
– What other performances? – I exhaled.
The answer to the question lay on the surface, it was just scary to realize it.
Gleb took the bag and hung it on his shoulder.
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On the other shoulder... he hung me. And just like that, covering with his wide palm the view that had opened up thanks to the length of my skirt, he carried me to the glass turntable.
I didn't mind. In general, I tried to relax and enjoy myself. I managed to get closer to the state of nirvana exactly at the moment when the general director of S.K.R. LLC He climbed the first step of the porch and stepped towards the door. And then all the grace was blown away by the wind, because in the deathly silence that reigned at the entrance to the office, the walkie-talkie hissed and a voice distorted by the radio broadcast asked:
- Stas, what do you have there?
“Got it,” the second one responded. And it sounded so smooth, so everyday...
- Gleb, put me down! I'll go myself!
“It’s too late, my rose,” the boss replied.
- Gleb, I swear! I will behave very well!
“You will,” the boss agreed, stepping on the marble of the luxurious hall.
- Gleb, I’ll do anything, just stop!
“You’ll do everything anyway,” they answered me.
The wave of indignation was powerful, strong, but... senseless. And almost immediately it gave way to horror - we entered the elevator.
The booth rushed upward, but the boss was in no hurry to take advantage of the privacy - he slapped him on the butt and that was it. When the doors opened, Gleb Igorevich calmly greeted the secretary and headed towards our office. And only after turning the key in the lock, he turned around to say to the second secretary:
– The security service is aware that the working group is cancelled. Warn the planning department.
Does he mean the cancellation of the meeting on the plan and fact for the last quarter?
“Yes, of course,” answered the secretary. And then she sighed and added hesitantly: “Gleb Igorevich, maybe you’ll have time?” Their department head is on vacation starting tomorrow...
“No, I won’t have time,” said Gleb.
- No, I still won’t have time. Besides, I have another meeting at four, external.
Um… is this what I think they are discussing?
“Gleb,” I begged. - Gleb, let’s make it in time, huh?
I, unlike the secretary, did not receive an answer. The boss simply entered the office, locked the door, and... the idiot’s dream came true - they put me on my feet.
- So where are we? – the red-eyed man asked, carefully unloading my purse onto the floor. He smiled. So predatory, so wide... - And by the way, where is that brave girl who wanted to get this?
Gleb took the business card out of his pocket, twirled it in his fingers and hid it back.
Wow! You will remain brave here, of course! But still, I found the strength to lift my chin and exhale:
- Darling, your tongue... is forked.
They gave me a very thoughtful look.
- Yes. And if my memory serves me right, that’s what you like about me.
Holy shit. No, I understand everything, but...
“Gleb,” I said, having gotten over the blush that had come on. – Gleb, we have a busy work schedule and responsibilities. And if there are no problems with the transfer of the security working group, then the plan is fact...
They didn’t let me finish. The red-eyed man stepped forward, wrapped his arm around his waist and pressed his lips to his. And I suddenly realized that... in general, I had interpreted his words about a forked tongue incorrectly. Well, or not entirely correct - after all, a kiss with such a tongue is also very different from the usual one.
The world swam, the mind suddenly became foggy, and the body bent towards the still chaste touches. No, it was not for nothing that Gleb Igorevich canceled the meeting with the planning department. Definitely not in vain!
We dined in the common dining room, in the company of ordinary and not so ordinary employees. Should I say that the piece didn’t go down my throat? Well... he climbed! Or rather, he climbed after I asked Gleb Igorevich to switch places. Just there, at the next table, is the planning department full staff sat. The girls were angry, and very angry.
“You’ll go with me to the hearing on Danilov,” Gleb said, chewing another piece of chop. The tone was commanding and very stern, as if I was going to kick back.
I nodded confusedly. I really didn’t care about the Danilov meeting, deeply and strongly. I was much more worried about the fact that everyone present in the dining room knew what Gleb and I were doing for a quarter of an hour...
No, it’s clear that everyone knows about our relationship, but the difference between: “the boss sleeps with his assistant” and “the boss slept with his assistant today, from nine to two” is colossal. It’s only worse if the list of poses is added to the latter.
By the way, Gleb Igorevich did not skimp on poses; he took revenge for his bitten tongue with all the fervor. And office acrobatics could not be compared with bed acrobatics - a completely different level. Just the telephone cord that tied my hands after I decided to take out the business card again was worth it!
- Chris, are you here? – the boss asked, snapping his fingers in front of his nose.
- Yeah! - green-eyed fake. – Have you delved into Danilov’s case?
“I’m not supposed to,” it wasn’t me who said it, intuition.
- I know it’s not supposed to, but still?
In fact, the boss was in a great mood, but, remembering the upcoming hearing, Gleb tried to look serious. They were scared.
“I didn’t get into it,” I admitted with a sigh.
General Director of S.K.R. LLC frowned and leaned back in his chair. He didn't get into it either. Yesterday he asked for the folder purely out of spite, but today... in general, he missed preparing for the hearing.
- Okay, I’ll read on the way.
“You won’t have time,” I said, unexpectedly for myself. - Everything is very confusing there.
Gleb immediately picked himself up and leaned forward:
– That is, I still got into it!
- No, I passed out on the second page.
The conclusion that the leadership, represented by Gleb Igorevich, came to was frankly strange:
- All. I'll give you permission today. And at the meeting we will improvise. Oh, poor Danilov... - The boss sighed noisily and added with a smile: - And all because of you!
I got into the car with a feeling of complete and absolute surreal. Meeting? Danilov? Clearance? Each of these words plunged my intuition into complete confusion. And then another word surfaced in my consciousness, and it was not so much my intuition that felt bad, but me.
Contraception.
Of course, I lost my head from Gleb’s touches, but not so much that I didn’t notice that there were no products from the rubber factory at the moment of our intimacy. The option of incompatibility of biological species disappears - intuition has a very clear opinion on this matter. And what remains in this case?
Crap! Just damn, damn, damn!
I definitely didn’t take any pills before – just unnecessarily. There were no spirals or other bells and whistles. And now? Moms, what did I run into?!
The car smoothly taxied onto the avenue, immediately accelerated, and a minute later dived into the tunnel. I also dived, only not into the tunnel, but into my purse. If I take pills, they should be with me. Because the things my mother gave me did not contain any medicines.
- Chris, what are you doing? – the green-eyed one asked when I couldn’t stand it and began to pull out combs, powder compacts, purses and other items from my bag.
- Table... - Wow, I bit my tongue at the right time! – I’m looking for a lip pencil.
The bosses silently picked up the cosmetic bag, opened it and handed over the necessary device.
“Not this one, the other one,” I instantly got my bearings and continued. archaeological excavations so that after half an hour, after checking even the lining, you will find out:
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The only tablet present in my purse is a cough drop. Yes one! Fallen out of the package sometime at the beginning of the last century.
- Well, how? – Gleb asked when I leaned back on the leather sofa with a sigh.
The boss was immersed in documents, so he did not see the range of feelings reflected on my face. Out loud I said only one thing:
- It sucks.
“After the meeting, we’ll go to the store...” muttered the one whose appearance in my life brought me to the brink of a heart attack. - Buy a new one. Or order online...
I really wanted to snatch the folder from him and ask him directly. Ask, despite the fact that such a question is completely inappropriate and probably dangerous. After all, people who are privy to the secrets of the mafia cannot suffer from amnesia! And there shouldn’t be impostors surrounded by figures like Gleb Igorevich.
Okay, stop. I think I'm going hysterical. But I can’t be hysterical. Not now. After all, I am a grown woman and I am able to resolve any issue!
I'd like to see a doctor. Just go to the doctor and that's it. The doctor will determine exactly how I protect myself. He'll laugh, of course, but he'll find out.
- So, Gena, stop it! – the boss suddenly commanded.
The “black monster,” whose brand I never found out, briskly changed lanes to the far right and froze at the side of the road.
- Chris, come out.
I was a little freaked out - not so much by the sentence, but by the tone. Of course, she didn’t budge. Gleb rolled his eyes and left on his own.
Then the door on my side opened and I was simply pulled out of the cabin like a carrot from a garden bed.
– Will you go by yourself or take me in your arms? – the green-eyed one whispered.
The shock intensified, so I couldn’t answer. I just stood and watched, and he...
- So, let's get on with it.
They threw me over their shoulder as usual and carried me. And only when we passed the glass doors and the smell of hundreds of perfumes hit our noses, the chef’s cunning plan was revealed.
– Lip pencils! - commanded the general director of S.K.R. LLC. - All that exist!
That's... that's how he spotted this store? And... and what should I do with such a man?
Getting out of the car, I tried to put on the most indifferent expression on my face. Well, just think, a mansion! How many of them are there – huge, sophisticated, with swimming pools, a collection of dwarf trees at the entrance and other lanterns? Little things are all, decay.
So Gleb is calm. Without any embarrassment, he walks around the car, places his hand on my waist and confidently leads me to a wide porch with translucent steps. And what are we going to trample on now? Rhinestone?
“Gleb Igorevich,” the butler who jumped out to meet him bowed politely.
The green-eyed man nodded. He entered the open door as if he were the owner. Then he froze, allowing the butler to go around our couple and walk ahead.
We passed a spacious hall, an even more spacious living room, and then turned to the elevator - I don’t know why such a device is used in a three-story building, but nevertheless. Having risen to the second floor, we walked along a short corridor and froze at a wide double door. The servant knocked before opening it.
And then it started! I mean, Armageddian.
The doors opened on their own. A small room, made in beige and brown tones, a wide rectangular table and... people appeared. About a dozen men and one incredibly bright woman - a brunette with a very impressive bust. These... people didn’t pay attention to Gleb, they all stared at me.
Their faces showed everything from surprise to outright disgust. The woman looked especially expressively - it seemed as if her eyes were about to burst.
- Kristina Anatolyevna? – the man in a gray nondescript suit said in amazement. And then he broke into a smile and stood up. - Welcome!
Hmmm... and where does this chill down your spine come from?
“Arseny Ignatievich,” my boss said in a deep voice. - He rolled his lips.
The man dramatically raised his hands - they say, I give up, I give up. He immediately called out to the butler:
- Bring me another chair!
There really were no extra seats at this table, and the only empty chair was, of course, intended for Gleb. I never expected that the boss would give in, however... Intuition fell into shock, and so did those sitting at the table. And the green-eyed one stood next to me and calmly waited for the servant to return.
“Oh, you’ve got a chill,” the woman muttered.
Gleb did not react.
Those few minutes during which the extra chair was carried seemed like an eternity. And only when the green-eyed man sat down next to me, I allowed myself to sigh and look around properly.
This company would seem strange to anyone - too diverse.
Firstly, a woman - it was impossible to classify the brunette as a doll, the stamp of intelligence on her face was too obvious. Secondly, the men themselves... it’s much more difficult with them. Three, including Gleb, are sleek, a little arrogant, in business suits highest quality. Three more are also in suits, and despite the fact that the clothes are clearly simpler, they behave much more confidently. Two are wearing jeans, another one looks like a rapper, even a chain with some jewelry is hanging around his neck. Well, the last one... the last one is generally like a homeless person, fortunately it doesn’t smell. The only nice thing is that they are very similar to people.
“But now it’s clear why he was late...” the “rapper” broke the silence. He was serious, like a finance minister in a crisis.
The “homeless man’s” lips stretched into a lewd smile. Another one, like Gleb, also began to smile.
“No,” the boss said evenly. - Did not guess.
“That is, you don’t...” the “homeless man” began, but Gleb Igorevich raised his hand, silencing him.
“No,” he repeated. – We bought lip pencil.
The “rapper” defiantly pulled back his sleeve and looked at his wristwatch (and this despite the fact that there was an iPhone in front of him). He said in a tone that turned the blood into an icy crust:
- A whole hour? I'm afraid to even imagine what you did with this pencil.
He was afraid, but I assumed. Well, that is, I imagined... Damn! I had no idea that I had such a wild imagination.
“A lot of pencils,” Gleb muttered, leaning on the table, “and the only working scanner.” Do you understand everything now?
Now it has become truly embarrassing. And this despite the fact that I desperately resisted the decision to buy the entire store assortment. I asked for one! Or rather, she didn’t ask, but was forced to ask so as not to ruin the legend. This pencil has not worked for me at all; I only use it on holidays.
By the way, in the store Gleb didn’t express even a half-glance of dissatisfaction. I just stood and watched as the girl took a pencil, found a barcode on it, brought it to the scanner, waited for it to read, clicked on the keyboard button to confirm the entry, put the pencil in the bag and took the next one... And so on five hundred times! No exaggeration.
Why Gleb needed so much - I have no idea. Apparently, the boss simply followed the principle. I also don’t know what to do now with the whole package of these devices. At least learn to draw, honestly.
But these are all trifles in comparison with the reaction that followed the confession of the green-eyed eccentric...
Man in tatty gray suit- the same one who gave the order to the butler - turned to the “homeless man” and asked:
- Heard? Now tell me, Billy, can at least one of your women roll the highest incubus to such a state?
“No,” answered the “homeless man.”
- But ours can! – the man said. And then he looked at me intently and added in the most serious tone: “Well done, Chris.”
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You'll go far.
Phew... What was that?
“By the way,” the brunette interjected into the conversation, “I heard that you have moved in together after all.” Congratulations. It is high time.
Her smile was very sweet and seemed sincere. The man sitting next to the brunette also smiled and snorted:
“Yes, the whole neighborhood heard about them moving in together.”
- Oh, exactly! – another one joined the conversation, the one who was located opposite us. He took a business card from his breast pocket and, leaning across the table, handed it to Gleb. - Before I forget! Very good guys. I recommend.
The green-eyed man accepted the card, glanced at it and handed it to me.
“I already have one,” Gleb explained. – Viktor Ivanovich fussed.
– Ah... Well, yes, he’s right above you. He's the worst.
I was once again convinced that there are questions to which it is better not to know the answers. On the varnished cardboard it said: “Zipper and Co. The best soundproofing systems for your home/office/den/crypt. The neighbors will be happy. 200% guarantee.”
Chapter Three
The mockery, to my unspeakable joy, ended quickly.
“I still suggest we return to Danilov,” the “rapper” said, placing his elbows on the table. The tone rivaled the arctic wind. “I understand that some... hmm... amateurs find the prosecution’s demand unacceptable, but Danilov must be destroyed.
By “some amateurs” they meant Gleb - that’s for sure, because it was at him that the “rapper” was looking sideways at that moment.
“I agree with my colleague,” the man in gray nodded.
“I support it too,” the brunette responded. She no longer smiled.
Gleb smiled wryly, but it was not he who said, but the other one, the one who held out the business card:
- And how do you imagine that?
The “business card man” showered the busty woman with such contempt that even I shuddered.
“Megaera, dear,” he muttered. – I already said, Danilov, most likely a knot. We can't destroy it.
- Yes, every second person you have is a knot!
“Megaera, I’m not joking...” his opponent hissed. “And I won’t sign such a sentence.” I don't need problems...
- Coward! – the brunette interrupted and slammed her palm on the table.
The room became very quiet. Only the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves penetrated the slightly open window.
- Chris, did you understand anything? – asked the “rapper”.
I shuddered a little at his tone and did not answer right away:
- Only that you want to kill someone.
The men, well, except for Gleb, looked at Megara in unison.
“He’s not lying,” she concluded with obvious displeasure. True, something told me that he was not angry with me, but with the “business card”.
– So our irreplaceable assistant really doesn’t know? – the “rapper” did not let up.
- No. But I really want to get into it.
“But now he’s lying,” Megara muttered. She added with a grin: “Smart girl.”
“Smart girls don’t come to such meetings,” the “rapper” snapped. - But since you came...
The man stretched his lips in a wide smile and showed very impressive, very sinister fangs.
“I’ll kill,” Gleb said evenly. And it sounded much worse than the most menacing roar.
But the “rapper” was in no hurry to get scared.
“I just wanted to say that since Chris came, then maybe she will judge?” A fresh look, so to speak... Human.
I hope I didn't exhale too loudly, huh? Looking at all this, I began to doubt that I belonged to the homo sapiens tribe. It’s just that I definitely didn’t sign up for a change in biological species. For big dirty love - that’s okay, it’s possible, but for turning me into some kind of striga - no, no, and again no.
By the way, who is an incubus?
“Aisher, don’t talk nonsense,” a man in a gray suit intervened. By the way, the most important thing was increasingly visible in him. No, he didn’t do anything special, just gestures, demeanor and, funny as it may seem, energy. “She won’t judge anything.” However, a person’s gaze can indeed be interesting... – And to me: – Do you know anything about knots?
- No, Arseny Ignatievich. - Wow! Did I remember his name?! Or did you remember? Gleb, it seems, said: - Wrong permission.
“Aisher, tell me,” Arseny commanded.
And the “rapper” began to educate...
– You must have heard that our peoples are separated not only biologically, but also... hmm... magically. And you probably guess that this is not due to the lack of magical abilities in your species. This is a division of a different, higher order.
Imagine that we don’t exist, that there are only you people. You are connected to each other and your world. Sort of eight billion dots, connected by threads of emotions and circumstances. It looks like a carpet with a chaotic pattern. Huge, just gigantic carpet. By and large, every person is a knot. Each of you, in one way or another, is connected with the others, and at least a little, but influences what is happening around. But there are special people whose influence is truly enormous. These are what we call nodes.
The node is not the one with the most connections, or even the one destined to discover the cure for cancer. From a logical point of view, the knot is generally irrational. It could be a janitor, a middle manager, an old cat lady... or anyone. And the influence of the node is irrational - the importance of such a person manifests itself only at the moment of death or... interference with fate.
“I didn’t understand about fate at all,” I breathed.
“I know I didn’t understand,” Aisher responded coldly. - But I haven’t finished yet... Do you remember what I asked at the beginning?
Yes, I remembered:
– Imagine that you don’t exist.
- That's it. We don't exist! If we don't exist, then all this human macramé is in a natural state. You yourself are born, you yourself die, you yourself win the lottery. In the natural state, nothing supernatural happens; events develop according to a given scenario, in full accordance with fate.
Phew! Fate again?
– Fate is a vector, a direction of movement. And this is the force that changes the pattern of the carpet. Thanks to it, some threads break and dissolve, others arise or are connected. Thanks to it, the nodules from which these threads stretch disappear and appear. This happens every second, it's natural. Now remember that we exist!
- AND? – I said impatiently.
Aisher leaned over and hissed:
“We’re an external factor, baby.” External, outsider, uncontrollable.
No, I don't understand...
– A person cannot change his own destiny, much less change the destiny of another. No, of course, you can believe, hope, try... and even find confirmation that you succeeded. But the truth is that this is impossible. You are attached to each other, to things, to earth and sky. You are like flies in a spider's web, and you are powerless. But we are outside this system, and no web bothers us.
“You can change people’s destinies,” I guessed.
The rapper nodded.
- Yes. We can kill someone who is destined to live a long life. We can give wealth to someone whose destiny is poverty. We can give love to someone who was about to die of loneliness. We are destiny number two.
I couldn't help but shudder. She also couldn’t help but look at Gleb.
“You’re thinking right, baby,” Aisher grinned. – Your connection with this incubus is an altered fate. If it weren't for him, you would live as destined. She worked in some moldy office, wore
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jeans and granny panties, and slept with some pimply idiot.
“No,” Megaera interjected.
And I shuddered again. I also felt very cold and scared.
- What's wrong? – Aisher grinned.
“Chris is thirty,” the brunette explained. – For people this is a pretty decent age. I think if it weren’t for Gleb, she would have been babysitting a couple of kids, cooking borscht, and during breaks working like hell... in that very moldy office.
The silence was short-lived, but damn offensive. I never thought that my green-eyed seducer would remain silent, nevertheless... nevertheless, another stood up for me. Arseny!
“You better think about what would have happened to you if Chris hadn’t shown up.” And you, Aisher, use your head before you grin.
I fell out. Yes, it just fell out. Against the backdrop of everything I heard, and even with such an unpleasant reaction from Gleb... No, I’d rather think about Danilov!
- So what about the knots? – she said harsher than she wanted. And she no longer addressed Aisher, but Arseny.
“Yes, we will rake for them,” he smiled. - Behind ordinary people we don’t rake it, because when the thread disappears, as Aisher deigned to put it, your carpet quickly heals the wound, and that’s all. And when a node dies, a rupture occurs, and a very large charge of energy spills out into space. People suffer some kind of global catastrophe, and we... - Arseny Ignatievich sighed heavily, - in general, not everyone survives.
- What if you don’t kill?
- Still a gap. Meeting any of us is already a change in fate. Even buying... - Arseny grinned slightly, - pencils affects the pattern of your rug. The store should not have this revenue, the state should not have the taxes that will be paid on this purchase, and so on. Or perhaps one of the pencils you bought was supposed to be the reason for a fateful kiss, only it went to the wrong girl, but to you, Chris. Understand?
- Approximately.
– So, intervention in fate is a shift in the pattern. If you move the node, it will also be very bad. It's like moving a vital organ. Anything can happen to people like you, the universe will survive, but the nodes cannot be touched.
I swallowed the insult.
– And how do you determine who is a node and who is not?
– Yes, that’s the problem: it’s difficult to determine. And some... amateurs use it. You see, Chris, there are very few knots. The likelihood of running into a knot is negligible. But in the last three years, this is the third case where a person to be destroyed is declared a knot.
“We have evidence,” interrupted the one whom I mentally dubbed the “business card.”
“Well, yes...” Arseny drawled, and turned to me again. – The first evidence that the node is displaced is global change reality.
- That is?
– That is, you leave the house and realize that the world around you has changed. People you didn’t know begin to greet you. Instead of secretary Lena, you meet some Olya in your office. Or you suddenly discover that you have a son, not a daughter.
Damn, what a familiar situation.
– But only you people don’t see such changes, because you... Aisher, how did you put it?
“Flies in the web,” the “rapper” suggested.
- Yes exactly. And we, Chris, are outside your system, we see these changes very clearly.
– And this time there are changes! – the “business card” interrupted again.
Those sitting at the table sighed in unison, and I dared to ask:
– What changes?
– I described all the cases in the report, but I will give an example. One of my subordinates recently crashed his laptop; he needed to remove and revive the hard drive in order to copy the information. The guy turned to the office closest to the house, it’s called “Sherry-Kat”. And he really liked the girl there, the cameraman. And he is a young, romantic werewolf, so when he went to pick up his scrap metal, he grabbed a bouquet. But there was no girl in the office, and the employees said that there were no such girls here, never.
I think I'm now learning what real fainting is.
– Maybe... just a mistake? – I muttered.
- For the werewolf to be mistaken about the woman? – the interlocutor was sincerely indignant.
- So it’s a deception - it’s no longer me, the “rapper”. “They hid the girl, that’s all.” People, they are not fools either; sometimes they sense danger better than us.
“If you had read the report,” the “business card” hissed, “you would know that we searched this office an hour later.” Everything was checked, from the toilet to internal documentation. The only girl who ever worked there is Maria Sigismundovna, and she is sixty-three years old. And there is no trace of the one Shas fell for!
- Has the smell really disappeared? – the “homeless man” asked gloomily.
– I’m telling you – nothing!
Mom, I feel bad. No, it's really bad. He's talking about my office. This broad-shouldered, twitchy guy with a broken laptop came to us. And Maria Sigismundovna... Mommies!
- Chris? – someone called. - Chris, what's wrong with you?
What happened with me? She said it was bad. Very…
I woke up in a huge bed, under a light satin blanket. It took me a while to realize that this dimly lit bedroom was familiar to me...
“Well, finally,” they whispered nearby.
I turned my head and... well, I didn’t immediately recognize the green-eyed brunette either.
“You fainted,” said Gleb, extremely serious.
- Why?
- Don't know. I thought you'd explain.
The boss was silent for quite a long time - either he was thinking, or he was choosing his words.
“Chris, I really don’t understand the reason for your fainting.” I want to hear... if not an explanation, then at least a version.
-Will you give me some water?
“Sorry,” Gleb was noticeably confused, “I somehow didn’t think.” Now.
The chief rolled out of bed - he himself was lying on top of the blanket, and was even dressed, unlike me - and hurried to the door. I curled up and thought, really, why? And then I realized that this fainting spell had been brewing for a long time.
Life changes are too serious, and too abrupt. Perhaps I should have collapsed much earlier, even during my first visit to... my new office. The information shared at the meeting was simply heartbreaking. I just can’t voice this version to Gleb. Or..?
“Here, my little rose,” the boss whispered. It crept up very unnoticed, just like... well, okay.
I stood up and brought a glass of mineral water to my lips. Then she leaned back on the pillows and said:
- Too much information.
- That is? – he asked, arching an eyebrow.
– That is... I guessed that it’s not just like that, that you have much more influence, but so much so! And also these knots... By the way, they never told me about Danilov, what’s there? How do you get...
They didn’t let me finish. Gleb put his finger to his lips, but at the same time he looked so serious, so gloomy.
- Chris, don't lie.
Exactly after these words, intuition woke up. Or rather, she woke up and screamed that we were burning! But she didn’t say what exactly...
– What makes you think that I’m lying? - Calm, just calm! And you can’t see your trembling knees under the blanket!
The green-eyed lie detector was silent for quite a long time and said, squinting:
– Because you knew everything voiced at the meeting.
I?! Did you know?! But this information is not my permission! Hmmm, but the fawn seems to be serious.
“Something specific hurt you,” the boss continued to press. - And it seems to me that this was a story about someone
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a werewolf and a certain repair shop...
No, I absolutely don’t understand anything.
– Yes, I knew, but I didn’t realize it. You see, it’s one thing to hear something like that from a loved one, and quite another...
Gleb froze, his gaze became sharper than a razor. It’s insanely difficult to speak when they look at you like that—no wonder the words stuck in your throat.
- Beloved? – he asked quietly. - Chris, are you serious now?
My intuition reacted strangely to this question. It was as if she had shrunk and covered herself with her hands. It seems... it seems that something will happen now.
Painfully familiar scarlet flashes appeared in Gleb’s eyes, his lips trembled in a smile. And there was so much sincerity in that smile, so much happiness.
“Cri-is...” he drawled slyly. - Kri-is, tell me I didn’t hear it.
- I heard it! – I assured him warmly and dived under the blanket.
Mother! What does this mean? We have this, what’s-her-name, big and dirty, and we... never talked about feelings? This cannot be!
It was dark and cool under the blanket, but only until the moment when Gleb moved closer and, putting his hand on his butt, asked:
- Kri-is... tell me again, huh?
- Never!
“Cri-is...” They no longer held the butt, they stroked it.
My body, despite the residual faintness, began to burn, and then it was as if I was doused with well water. I threw off the blanket and sat down. I don’t know what exactly was reflected on my face at that moment, but Gleb froze and frowned.
- Why did you remain silent when Megaera insulted me?
The green-eyed man did not answer my question right away...
- Because.
There, in a circle of strange personalities of who knows what race, it was insulting. And here, in the bedroom of my new home, it started to hurt.
Another puzzle has come together. Gleb brought me to a meeting where they could very well strangle me for knowing too much. He did this not because he wanted to set him up and get rid of him, it was just that Gleb came to an agreement with the truth sensor there, with Megara. The brunette is convinced that Megaera performed an important service for him by covering up my lies. Well, those to whom you owe money are not rude. That is why he did not react to the attack.
But I didn’t lie when I said that I didn’t know anything about carpets and knots, Megara didn’t provide any services. But now she knows how wrong Gleb is about me. She can betray me to the authorities and then... then I’m definitely done for.
Crap! How unpleasant it is to be an impostor!
“So this is what upset you so much...” Gleb whispered.
I shuddered and stared with all my eyes at the one whom Arseny called the highest incubus.
“Chris, I... I’m sorry.”
- Sorry? Do you think fainting was caused by your silent...
He put his finger to my lips again and said, barely audible:
“Chris, I know that an ass like you will never admit it.”
It seems that one impostor is about to swoon again.
“The topic is closed,” Gleb said.
He stood up and began to unbutton his shirt. All so gloomy and concentrated. I lay there, watched this everyday striptease and went nuts. No, of course, it’s nice that he told me off, but... damn, I wasn’t going to blame him.
- Chris, don't look like that.
- What? – I fell slightly out of reality during this whole thing.
“Don’t look like that,” the boss repeated. - Otherwise I’ll attack. And you need to rest.
Now it’s not me, but my intuition that has fallen into the sediment. Gleb, who voluntarily refuses sex, was nonsense for her.
- By the way, did I faint for a long time?
The question is, of course, stupid. Considering that the mansion where the meeting took place is located in the suburbs, and Gleb’s apartment is in the center. And in general, I fainted during the day, and now it’s dark outside the window - I know this, despite the drawn curtains.
- A few minutes. Then Arseny put you to sleep and we left.
- How did you put him to sleep? For what?
“Then,” Gleb muttered. “I decided that it would be better for you to wake up in a familiar environment.” And away from any... freaks.
That's it, out. Complete and merciless.
- Chris, sleep. I understand that it will be difficult to fall asleep again, but you try.
Yeah, I'll try. Maybe after I wake up, reality will change? Maybe, when I wake up in the morning, I’ll understand that there was no meeting, Megaera doesn’t exist in nature at all, and Danilov... damn, but I still need to deal with Danilov. I feel like his business is much more important than it seems.
By the way, it doesn’t hurt to find out about incubi either. But it’s better to stay away from the werewolf and the “business card”, otherwise you never know...
And further. It seemed to me or Gleb’s comrades’ ideas about the world are somewhat... erroneous?
It was still not possible to fall asleep quickly. The first cause of insomnia was Gleb - he was snuggling too closely, and to any attempt to crawl away he reacted like the last owner, pressing even harder. The second moment was thoughts, and they concerned... the same Gleb.
It's probably masochism, or a phase shift, or something else, more global. After all, a normal woman cannot react so sharply to a man who a few hours ago... well, consider him betrayed.
No, of course, the brunette had reasons to remain silent during Megaera’s speech, but when was having a motive a reason not to sulk? Even worse, I was still sulking! I was hurt and offended, and unpleasant, and everything! I wanted to get up, get dressed and leave, loudly slamming the door, but at the same time... I wanted Gleb wildly.
How could you stifle this desire in yourself? Don't know. But I remember very well how I bit the pillow, and then the blanket.
In the morning the body rebelled again, only this time it was easier to fight - a cool shower! Fortunately, I woke up before the green-eyed tempter, and even got out of his embrace without loss. And already there, standing under the streams that caused far from romantic goosebumps, I decided that I still have pride. I don’t intend to give in to hormones and Gleb.
The solution was reinforced concrete. I left the bathroom with a straight back, straightened shoulders and a proudly raised chin. It’s a pity, I stumbled when from the depths of the bedroom it sounded:
– What do we have under our robe?
- Nothing! – I growled. Then she realized what exactly she had missed and tried to correct herself: “Nothing good!”
- Come on? – the brunette drawled incredulously.
He got up before I turned away and demonstrated all his splendor, coupled with full combat readiness. It became hot, as if there was no shower at all.
- Gleb, we have negotiations at nine. – I hope that sounded strict enough?
“I remember,” he smiled like a cat and moved towards me. - Therefore, I suggest you stop being mischievous, and...
The irises of the one whom Arseny called the supreme incubus were rapidly turning red, and his combat readiness... damn, it couldn’t increase even more! Or is it still possible?
– We won’t have any “and”! – I turned around and stomped towards the dressing room. - By the way, where are the bags?
- Apparently, the housekeeper took care.
Phew! This means he still has a housekeeper and I don’t have to scrub this entire penthouse! At least something nice.
Having opened the door of the dressing room, I immediately discovered the entire collection of shoes, as well as a couple of boxes into which a caring, but still unknown to me, lady put the rest
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things. The hairdryer was on top, as was the comb. Damn, I'll have to take it apart and put it apart...
– Chris, aren’t you tired?
I turned around to once again observe the nakedness of Gleb Igorevich. The brunette stood in the middle of the bedroom in the pose of the owner - his feet shoulder-width apart, his arms folded on his chest, his lips pursed in displeasure. In the look of the now red eyes, one could read reproach. And not only in his gaze... The second one also looked angry, and... tense.
- Gleb, let’s not make trouble in the morning?
“Come on,” he agreed easily, moving towards me again.
- And what? Do you know another way to avoid a scandal?
It was hot, it got even hotter. Nevertheless, I found the strength to answer:
– I know dozens of ways, Gleb.
- Okay, let's clarify the question. Do you know another way to avoid a scandal... with me?
It's scary when a muscular, naked hulk comes at you. When your own body betrays you, it’s even worse. Fortunately, at least resourcefulness has awakened.
- Maybe you could at least take a shower? Will you brush your teeth? A?
He stopped and folded his arms over his chest again.
“But that didn’t stop you before,” said the one, by whose grace I now need to take a shower again, gloomily. And it doesn’t have to be cold - any one will do for me now, because I’m all sweaty. Even the nails seem... however, it doesn’t matter.
- The rules have changed.
- And how long? – the red-eyed one asked, raising an eyebrow.
- From the moment you kidnapped me!
The corners of his lips twitched, and his eyes... they seemed to become brighter, as if his irises were not irises, but molten lava.
“Oh, that’s it...” drawled the suddenly cheerful management. - OK. “Then she winked and added: “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be quick.”
Don't go? Well, I do not!
As soon as Gleb disappeared through the door, I slipped into the dressing room. She jumped into the first panties she came across and pulled on the first suit she came across. I had to forget about the bust, because I had no time to look for one that matches the panties, and putting on another one was unaesthetic. I pulled on the stockings in the kitchen and dried my hair there - fortunately, the refrigerator was steel and shiny; if desired, it could easily pass for a mirror.
In the process of escaping from the bedroom, I discovered my purse - it was in the hallway, on the nightstand. So by the time Gleb appeared, I even had time to put on my makeup! Well, make some coffee and turn on the TV.
Actually, I was caught drinking coffee and simultaneously listening to the news...
“That’s how it is,” the boss said evenly. He was wearing a towel, just like yesterday. And the droplets of water on the tanned skin sparkled so... seductively.
- Coffee? “I hope my smile looks carefree, huh?”
- Chris, it's not funny.
Crap! It's not funny to me either! But there are some things that cannot be forgiven. At least not that fast.
The boss, of course, understood my intentions, but still approached. The chair she was sitting on was pushed aside. And he squatted down in front of me, looked into my eyes and said:
“Chris, my rose, you know what your stubbornness is fraught with.”
I swallowed nervously and tried to appeal to reason:
- Gleb, we have negotiations at nine! And generally speaking…
“I don’t really care,” he said quietly.
One hand roughly squeezed my half-butt, the other slid under my skirt.
- Gleb, I am against it!
- Yeah of course…
A wave of unbearable heat swept through the body, so that the indignant scream gradually turned into an extremely inappropriate groan.
- My little rose... - No, Gleb has not improved. - Well, why are you doing this to me, huh?
And then what... damn! Well, you betrayed me, you understand? And humiliated! AND…
The boss removed his hands, but did not move away.
– You say the rules have changed? – he asked hoarsely. – Well, I’m also not averse to... changing the rules.
He ran his finger down my neck and reached for the first of three buttons on my jacket. Despite my decision not to let him in, I arched forward and moaned:
- Gleb, please...
He didn’t answer, but silently unbuttoned the first button.
“He’s the one,” said the red-eyed one. The hoarseness in his voice sent a new wave of heat through his body. Or is it a matter of tone? Too even, too dispassionate.
The second button also surrendered to the mercy of the winner, and at the same time revealed a little secret...
“Mm... you’re a slut today,” the boss drawled, sliding his fingers over his breasts, which were devoid of lace protection.
I arched again, moaned again.
- Bad girl. “A bad, capricious girl,” the boss lamented deliberately, unfastening the third and last one. - And what should I do with you?
“Understand and forgive,” I moaned.
“No-no...” drawled... the currently red-eyed one. - Never!
And then he removed his hand, nodded at the unbuttoned jacket and ordered:
- Take it off.
The horror of the situation was that I obeyed. She obeyed, despite the fact that she was not going to take it off, but rather to button it up and call this brunette pest to order!
As soon as the unwanted part of the wardrobe was on the floor, Gleb smiled at the corners of his lips and stood up.
- Get up, my little rose.
And I obeyed! Instantly, without complaint!
And again I obey. Led by Gleb, I approach the kitchen countertop, and...
“Yes, I remember my name,” the boss croaked, lifting up his already short skirt.
Another wave of unbearable heat, another prolonged groan. But the horror of the situation is not even that I obey, but... but that I like it. Only reason rebels against what the red-eyed man does, but only out of principle! Moms... probably shouldn't have held back at night. Gleb's obsession is probably contagious.
“Oh, these rules,” whispered the one whom Arseny called the highest incubus. – Oh, these... rules.
I saw the fireworks right away. Well, that is, right away, in the first second. Somehow out of place I remembered a business card with contacts for soundproofing specialists and an elderly couple whom we met in the elevator. And this is all... well, through fireworks. Simultaneously. Shame mixed with pleasure... it happened, of course, but not to such an extent.
Gleb froze, waiting for the wave to subside. He gently stroked her back, then just as tenderly and calmly began stroking her thighs. Well, when my breathing evened out, and instead of multi-colored flashes, a wall panel with an image of a city at night appeared before my eyes again... that’s when I not only remembered the business card, I even remembered the phone number of that office!
The subscriber was unavailable. Well, that is, in general. Absolutely! He simply did what he considered necessary, without asking or explaining. It was pleasant, embarrassing and incredibly poignant. The situation was made especially acute by the fact that Gleb didn’t even bother to remove the strip of lace from me, he simply moved it aside, and that was all.
In general, I left the apartment redder than a beet. From the entrance too. I tried not to look at people and non-humans (and it’s stupid to doubt that not only people live here). Most of all, she hid her eyes from the guards and, for some reason, from the driver.
She also quietly entered the office building. And once in the office, she meekly responded to the kiss - very tender, almost chaste.
Well, I was finally convinced that the dog walker was not joking. That the love bestowed by an unexpected benefactor is not only great, but also dirty. Moreover, it can get very messy if... damn, why does that "if" always come up?
Yesterday's absenteeism (and this, despite being present at the workplace, was exactly what it was) was not in vain.
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The mailbox was literally littered with letters, and the stack of correspondence that was handed to us at the first reception was terrifying in its height. For the real me it was panic, but for the “second” me, who understood all the intricacies of the work process of S.K.R. LLC, it was ordinary, unremarkable work. Fortunately, it was the “second me” who took charge of it.
Feeling free? Well... not without it. Just if it weren’t for this, I don’t understand where the knowledge and skills came from, they would have figured me out on the very first day. And considering that my case is very similar to nonsense... in general, it’s better not to bother.
I checked, agreed, approved (preliminarily, of course), rejected and angrily swore at the marketing department, which had missed the deadline for submitting plans for the next month. Then she checked again, coordinated, and gave advice on how to redraw the document so that Gleb signed it accurately. I was joking over email with Marina - the same one who reminded me about my red day on the calendar... by the way, Marina turned out to be the head of the analytical department. In general, I worked, worked and worked some more. And she didn’t talk to her boss, just like she didn’t talk to me.
Closer to noon, my brain began to malfunction. I had to send the head of the security service out of the woods - he tried to shake out of me the date and time of the new meeting of the working group, and go for coffee.
“And don’t forget about me,” Gleb Igorevich muttered without looking up from the monitor.
You'll forget about you, of course.
I passed two reception desks and turned left near the elevator. She walked along the wide corridor and pushed the last door. The common kitchen was unusually deserted, with only a plain, short-haired blonde standing by the refrigerator. The woman, who looked to be about forty years old, was finishing her yogurt.
“Hello,” I greeted evenly and headed towards the coffee maker that my boss and I shared.
The woman didn't answer. And I would have thought that I had done something wrong, but my intuition whispered - everything was right. Despite my position and closeness to management, I don’t turn up my nose, and, by the way, I know the blonde. Moreover, the woman is not one of the faceless office plankton, she occupies a very important position, something from a series of supervision.
I managed to pour beans into the coffee maker and set the program when the blonde died.
- Chris, why are you doing this? – and so much wariness in the voice, so much... fear?
- How so? “I turned around sharply and stared at my interlocutor.
The woman pursed her lips and shook her head. She immediately returned to eating yogurt.
- Vicky? – I called again. Damn, it’s still good that I have some knowledge about the new workplace. - Vicky, what happened?
“Just don’t act like you don’t know.” “She didn’t blame, but she was offended. And I was really afraid, a little bit... - And don’t say that I’m not involved. It’s because of you, it’s you who asked Gleb.
There was no mood to flirt and scrape, nor a desire to look like a good girl in the eyes of a colleague. I actually started to get angry...
- Asked for what?
The woman finally looked up from her afternoon snack.
“About Megaera’s removal,” said the blonde.
My bewilderment was not only sincere, but also very strong.
– What suspension?
The blonde took another look and frowned.
“Chris, are you kidding me?” Are you really unaware?
It was my turn to shake my head.
- Megaera was removed from business, removed from her position and expelled from the country. – The interlocutor’s voice sounded very quiet. “And we thought it was you who asked.”
The blonde fished a mobile phone out of the pocket of her well-worn jeans.
“The notification arrived yesterday at nineteen eleven,” the blonde explained, looking at the phone screen. – A new supervisor has not yet been appointed.
Who is the beholder? I didn’t really care, but everything else... Seven o’clock? Damn, this can't be true!
– And where did you get the idea that I was involved in this?
“There is a rumor that Megaera was rude to you,” the woman admitted after a moment. – And then you complained to Gleb. I was surprised when I found out - it doesn’t look like you. But the fact remains that Megara was suspended.
I also hesitated before confessing:
– She was rude, but... in general, it happened under Gleb.
The blonde's eyebrows flew up to the middle of her forehead, and surprise flashed in her eyes - light gray, almost colorless.
- Under Gleb? Ah, well then everything is clear.
Unlike her, it was not clear to me. I just didn’t want to give rise to gossip, so I grabbed cups of coffee and cheerfully headed to my workplace. To the boss!
He showed up at the same table, in the same position, with the same gloomy expression on his face. The last thing was completely unclear - what is it? Remorse over the morning incident? Or did I have delusions of grandeur against the backdrop of the news about Megara?
“Gleb... Igorevich,” I called, placing the cup on the polished wooden tabletop.
The brunette looked up from the monitor and gave him an angry look.
I had to put my cup on the table, and then come closer, lean on the same table and ask very softly:
- Gleb, is it true that Megaera was suspended?
The boss chuckled indifferently and turned back to the laptop monitor.
- Gleb, who did this? – No, I wasn’t going to give up. Be that as it may, I really need answers.
“I did,” the green-eyed one responded. And so casually, as if it were a trifle.
This would have been a trifle if not for one “but” - at seven I was still asleep and did not express any grievances about the silent connivance of the authorities and my lover.
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Prologue
I never drank on the street. Especially champagne. All the more warm. And even from the throat! But after meeting the girls, such melancholy came over me that, falling out of the taxi, I turned not home, but to the supermarket. I took a bottle of Brut, and there it was.
If my mother, God forbid, catches me doing this, she will hack me to death, but I don’t really want to move my bones to the next entrance. Besides, there is a bench without a back and the lantern is not lit, and it’s dark outside...
- Girl, are you okay? – asked a dog walker passing by.
I was just taking a new sip - I choked, coughed and mentally sent the compassionate passerby to a known address.
“Well, sorry,” he chuckled, stopping. The dog, huge, but seemingly rootless, growled menacingly.
“Yeah,” I muttered, carefully wiping myself with my sleeve. Why the hell did you wash your windbreaker?
The dog growled again, and I thought and meowed in response.
“Hm-yes...” concluded the dog walker.
She waved her hand, saying, go ahead, don’t bother me. But the passerby turned out to be extremely pestering. He let the mongrel off the leash and, as soon as the dog disappeared into the nearest bushes, he plopped down on the bench.
“Let me try,” he said and reached for the bottle.
I moved away automatically.
- Yeah, right now!
He didn’t answer, but I mentally cursed and moved even further away.
- Kri-is... don't be greedy.
- Uh... Do we know each other?
Taking a close look at the dog walker, I came to the conclusion that I was seeing him for the first time. Although... maybe they are familiar. The man’s appearance is completely unremarkable - he’s all sort of typical. And his dog is expressionless, although big.
“Almost,” the interlocutor “delighted,” but still reached for the bottle. Then he nodded at my bare legs and asked: “Isn’t it cold?”
Actually, it’s not hot - it’s evening, after all, and summer, according to the calendar, ended yesterday. But I wasn’t supposed to wear jeans.
- What do you want? – I muttered impolitely.
“Yes, I was just passing by,” the nameless man shrugged and licked the bottle. - Ugh! Yes, it's warm!
- Well, sorry... those.
- You can use “you”.
Yes. It's possible, but not necessary.
- So what happened? – asked the stranger. - Why do we drink?
I really wanted to send it a third time, only not mentally, but out loud. But the man looked into my eyes, and something changed in me. Or rather, something clicked in my head, my mouth opened by itself, and the words came out of my tongue:
- Yes, because I’m stupid!
- And detail? – the dog walker asked insinuatingly.
– Well, I knew from the very beginning that there was no need to go to this meeting!
– What meeting?
- With the girls! With classmates! “The man looked at me with such sympathy that I couldn’t stand it and revealed all my secrets at once: “I’m thirty, you know?” And I'm not married, and without children, and in general! And they all... And I...
- Are you jealous?
- No. Yes. Well…
Phew, how can I explain? And even a man? I don't envy you, just a little bit. I just felt sorry for myself. It’s so sad that I even cried in the taxi.
– What’s stopping you? – the interlocutor did not let up.
“The same as for a dancer,” I muttered, decisively selecting the Brut. Wow, he tried it! Yes, it’s already at the bottom!
- So you are waiting for love? – the stranger guessed. Or rather, he’s no longer a stranger, but a drinking companion, but that doesn’t matter. – Big and clean?
It’s not for nothing that people drink champagne chilled – when it’s warm, it completely blows your mind. In a sober state I would not say this:
“I even agree to something small and dirty, do you believe me?”
The man's mouth nearly burst from smiling.
- Nope, I don’t believe it.
The dog walker’s smile became even wider, although it seemed – where could it go?!
- In vain? – clearly holding back his laughter, he asked. Then he smacked his lips and said: “I can’t offer a small one, but a big one... Big and dirty, huh?”
- Yeah! – drinking and nodding at the same time is very inconvenient, but I managed. - You can have two!
Still, I couldn’t resist and laughed.
- No, two is too much. One! But big...
She waved her hand at him - men! They don’t understand anything about the mysterious female soul. However, what the hell is the difference? Still chatter. Simple chatter and nothing more.
Part I
Chapter first
The alarm clock was pulled out of some very good dream. No, alas, I didn’t remember the dream, but there was a smile from ear to ear on my face.
Turning over onto her stomach, she buried her face in the pillow, hoping to sleep for another five minutes, but... no luck.
- Kri-is! Cri-i-is! Do you have a conscience? “Mom screamed from the kitchen.
I honestly nodded and closed my eyes, but the mother began rattling the dishes and... well, I still had to get up.
Unconsciously imitating a zombie, she trudged to the bathroom. I washed my face and cleaned my 32 (actually 28, but these are minor things), noting at the same time that there seemed to be no hangover. I carefully examined my hair and came to the conclusion that yesterday’s styling had not suffered much, so I didn’t have to wash my hair.
However, it is not necessary to wash it at all - in our wretched office they don’t pay attention to such trifles. Our boys only look at the monitor, and the only girl, Maria Sigismundovna, sixty-three years old, does not come into our office at all. We only meet on payday and at corporate events.
- Kri-i-is!
- Yes Yes! I'm coming!
In passing, I looked into the kitchen - a bowl of oatmeal was already steaming on the table. I rolled my eyes and grimaced - two months ago my mother read another book about a healthy lifestyle, and here it is. The fact that my stomach wakes up only at lunchtime, and that I simply choke on breakfast (any kind!) does not bother her.
– Chris, how long can you wait? - the mother cried. - You'll be late for work!
So what? Everyone here is late. This is part of the corporate culture.
Mentally grumbling, I returned to the room, pushed back the closet door, and... and then a shock hit me. Complete and comprehensive.
- And... what is this? – I muttered. Then she finally came to her senses and yelled: “Ma-am!”
Mom was in no hurry to answer the call, but I looked at the even rows of hangers and slowly went wild.
I'll kill you! No, I know that you can’t do that about your mother, but I’ll kill you! Right now! And with extreme cruelty!
- What? – A slender woman in a tacky housecoat and curlers appeared in the doorway. The face of my... overly caring parent was covered with a thick layer of sour cream - a mandatory morning mask.
I took a deep breath, then exhaled and asked, trying not to hiss or spit:
- Mommy, where are my clothes?
The parent gave a puzzled look and took a step forward to look into the closet.
- As where? Here.
Her bewilderment was so sincere that I was confused. And mom turned around and, as if nothing had happened, went to the kitchen. She just threw it over her shoulder:
- Should drink less.
Drink? Oh shit! What time did I arrive yesterday? Ay...
Thoughts about meeting my classmates and intimate conversations on the bench were decisively rejected, but I no less decisively followed my mother.
– Where are my jeans?
Now they looked at me intently, with obvious condemnation.
- What? – I couldn’t stand it.
“Chris, I understand everything, but if you don’t stop...
And yet I hissed. No, how long can you? I am thirty years old! Thirty!!! I'm a grown girl, and it's TOO LATE to raise me! Especially with such barbaric methods!
“I’m well aware that you don’t like the way I dress, where I work, how I spend my free time, but... mom, you’ve gone too far!”
The face, covered with a layer of sour cream, stretched out.
- Chris, what are you talking about? I like everything…
It was a double bend. Transcendent.
I returned to the room as an angry fury, grabbed the first hanger I came across, and threw it on the bed. She pulled off her pajamas, grabbed her panties from her lingerie drawer, and squeezed her beauty into them. Just as quickly, she fastened her bra (unfamiliar, by the way) and tried to find her tights. Did not find! But on the shelf next to the lingerie drawer, there was a whole stack of brand new, unopened packages of stockings.
But Mom! Well... oh well!
Despite the adrenaline boiling in her blood, she pulled on the stockings carefully, and pulled them up even more carefully. Then she packed into a steel-colored business skirt suit and swore out loud - the cut of the jacket simply did not suggest a blouse underneath. And there were no blouses in the closet! But there were shoes... Fifty pairs, no less. I have no idea how they fit in, but they stood there.
- Well, mom... just wait!
I think I've heard this before.
– If I don’t stop, then what?
“I’ll complain to Gleb Igorevich,” the parent breathed out.
- To whom?
Mom didn’t answer - she lifted her chin and walked away. It seems we have finally quarreled.
Well, not the first time. But to scare me with some Gleb Igorevichs... Damn, this is stupid! It would be better if the Serpent threatened Gorynych - unlike Gleb Igorevich, I at least heard about him!
She also grabbed the first shoes that came her way. Then she threw a pair into the far corner and pulled out the correct ones from the closet, matching the color of the suit. But I didn’t have to choose a handbag (and there were also plenty of bags; I don’t know how the shelf didn’t break off). Mommy has already packed her purse! All that remains is to abandon the mobile phone.
I put on my makeup out of habit, and only then I thought - in vain. It was necessary to go without makeup to... just out of spite! Oh shit! How infuriating all this is!
Flying out onto the stairwell, I finally found a plus in the current situation - oatmeal. For once I didn't have to choke on my breakfast.
The day promised to be sunny, but I couldn’t rejoice at this fact.
Firstly, some goat in a black fancy car was parked at the entrance - I don’t know who he was waiting for, but if I find out... I’ll spray the door with valerian! Let the yard cats rejoice.
Secondly, I imagined the path to the metro and was horrified - no, of course, I wear heels, but not fifteen centimeters! You can't walk on these, but you'll break your legs. Well, or ride in cars, like the one the goat arrived in.
Thirdly, I imagined a trip on the subway... and again I said an unkind word to the goats on the wheelbarrows, and to my mother, who decided on such a sadistic sabotage.
And fourthly... I felt like a fallen woman. Because of the stockings, of course. For the life of me, decent women don’t wear stockings, except on holidays. The rest of the time they wear tights!
Immersed in my own experiences, I barely walked around the black polished monster and, trying not to swear out loud, walked towards the subway.
There was a buzz from behind.
Yes Yes! I know that the skirt is a little short and hugs the hips too much, but I’m sorry, I didn’t have the time or mood to pick out something more decent.
Oddly enough, the unknown car enthusiast did not have telepathy - the silence of our courtyard was broken by another beep.
I desperately wanted to turn around and show the persistent driver my middle finger, but I restrained myself. Come on. He will honk and leave.
Not far behind...
I didn’t hear the rustle of tires, but there was no doubt that a concerned motorist was following me - the sound of the horn did not go away, on the contrary. I felt my butt - it was the same one on the black monster, which I had to go around, clinging to the fence of the neighbor’s flower garden. A light of gloating flared up in the depths of my soul - so much for him! Let him suffer!
I even managed to cheer up and be filled with pride when the goat - yes, yes, that same one - stepped on the gas, slyly went around a jeep parked at the side of the road and cut off a pedestrian who was not expecting such meanness. That is, me.
And he almost ran him over! I was just about to cross onto the next sidewalk in order to turn onto the path to the metro.
The monster froze. The back door swung open and a figure appeared in front of me... No, it did not appear. It has arisen! A mountain appeared in front of me.
She was dressed in a snow-white shirt, trousers and shoes, one glance at which is enough to understand that I will never earn that much in my entire life. The Mountain had piercing green eyes, muscles that no fabric could hide, and short, crew-cut black hair. She smelled of some incredible perfume, and... oh, damn it!
– Chris, how do we understand this?
The mountain was in bewilderment and, it seems, this state was unusual for the mountain. And I wasn’t in the habit of staring at men, but I did!
“Chris...” the stranger called again.
The light of gloating went out, and in its place another flame flared up - obscure, but very hot.
- Do we know each other? – It seems that I have already asked this question to someone, and recently.
“Cri-is...” - judging by the tone, the mountain heard in my question and answer something that was not there at all. And I even made some conclusions. - Chris, get in the car.
I? In the car? For what?
The green-eyed stranger stepped to the side and repeated:
- Chris, get in the car.
My brain worked quickly: an unfamiliar car with a driver, an unfamiliar man of terrifying size and financial capabilities, an invitation, and I was an ordinary girl without connections and a “roof.” Conclusion? We need to run! Run without looking back!
And I would have run, despite the heels and tight skirt, but my legs carried me forward. Before I had time to come to my senses, I found myself in the cabin, on the leather seat of a black monster.
“Good morning, Chris,” the driver said quietly. Moreover, it sounded as if he greeted me every day.
The mountain slammed the door, and a few seconds later squeezed into another one - well, the one located on the opposite side. The black monster silently set off, covered the hundred meters that separated it from the avenue, and smoothly integrated into the morning traffic jam.
“I hate your area,” the mountain muttered. Then she flashed her green eyes and added: “Chris, maybe that’s enough?” My patience is not unlimited. Don't make me become like a barbarian.
- Uh... what?
“Moving, Chris,” explained the green-eyed one. “Either you move in with me voluntarily, or I kidnap you.” Choose.
I just heard it, didn’t I?
The questions “who am I” and “where am I” did not arise.
I remembered perfectly well who I was. I am Kristina Novikova, thirty years old, I work as an operator in a computer and household appliance repair company, I live with my mother, I have a certain number of friends of both sexes, I am not married.
Where did I end up? Well, that’s also clear. I determined the depth of this butt to be significant.
Subsequent events only confirmed my conclusion.
After an hour of jostling in traffic jams, the car drove into the city center, crept along one of the narrow streets and turned into a wide parking lot. The parking lot was adjacent to a monster of glass and concrete, screwed between ancient mansions.
They helped me get out of the car, forcibly placed my hand on my bent elbow and led me to the turntable. There was a crowd of clerks and security guards at the entrance to the business center, so I decided not to panic and not make a scene - well, at least for now.
So, leaning on the hand of a green-eyed stranger, I passed a luxurious hall decorated with marble and expensive wood, took a ride on an equally luxurious elevator and found myself at the reception desk.
- Good morning! – The blonde in a formal suit smiled radiantly. And not only grief, but also for me. Then she laid out a thin stack of documents on the counter.
Why did I take these papers? I have no idea! But no one objected...
The green-eyed man moved his hand to the waist, hugged him in the most familiar way and led him further. Having passed another reception, near which there were sofas for visitors, we entered a spacious office.
The opposite wall was completely glass. In the depths of the office there was a massive table, clearly belonging to the owner of this monastery. A little to the side is another one, smaller and more compact. I never believed in all kinds of psychic nasty things, but the feeling of recognition was so strong, so real... The second table is mine. I bet you!
To our right was a sofa, a couple of armchairs and a coffee table. Next to it is a bar cabinet. I noticed another door on the left, and I knew for sure that there was a bathroom there. Not a bathroom, but a full bathroom with a very, very large shower.
Before I had time to be amazed, the door lock clicked. The thin stack of documents was taken from my fingers and carelessly thrown aside. The leaves scattered and smoothly settled on the dark parquet floor, and I found myself pressed against the wooden door.
- Kri-is...
She not only realized the desires and intentions of the green-eyed man, but also felt her. They were impressive, to say the least.
“Cri-is...” the green-eyed one whispered again and pressed it to his lips.
I didn’t have time to turn away, so I had to pretend to be a frozen fish and wait for the mountain to realize that the kiss was one-sided.
And then his leg squeezed between my knees and... well, I need to do something before it’s too late.
- I can't!
The brunette froze and looked into his eyes.
- I... uh... - no, telling a stranger that I’m on my period is embarrassing. Even though the days are fictitious. Other arguments are not so weighty, but you have to take a risk. - I'm not in the mood.
He raised an eyebrow questioningly, but didn’t even think about moving away.
“Chris,” oh, how intimate my name sounded! “Chris, if this is because of Megaera, then I repeat: there is nothing between us, there has never been and there never will be.
I have no idea where it came from, but I knew for sure - Megaera is not a definition or a nickname, but a name.
-Who is Megaera?
The green-eyed man moved away a little and looked at him with an angry look.
- Kri-is, stop sulking.
The conclusion is wrong, but that doesn't matter. The important thing is that they are clearly not going to rape me.
Taking a deep breath, I became so bold that I decided to ask the most important question:
- And you? Who are you?
The stranger's lips curled into a grin. He paused, then released his grip and said:
- Clear. - And already heading to the work desk, he continued: - It’s clear, my rose. No, no. But remember, if anyone gets hurt today, it will be your fault.
Well, wow, what a statement!
- Hey! – I exclaimed indignantly.
The green-eyed man didn’t care about my indignation.
“It’s time, Chris,” he said, tapping his fingernail on the glass of his wristwatch. – We have negotiations in an hour.
It seems to me, or a minute ago he didn’t care about these negotiations?
- Chris, work! – the boss added in an even, but rather demanding tone? Is he my boss?
Okay, let's figure it out. Right now we’ll start... figuring it out!
Sighing heavily, I pulled down my skirt and began to collect the papers scattered on the floor. On one of the sheets of paper with a design typical for statements and memos, I read: “To the General Director of S.K.R. LLC, G. I. Voznesensky.”
Soooo... And which Gleb Igorevich did your mother mention?
Having picked up the last piece of paper, I caught the intense, carnivorous gaze of green eyes and swallowed nervously. Well, yes, I might have guessed that bending over when you’re wearing a short skirt is somewhat dangerous.
Having pulled this part of the wardrobe again, she lifted her chin and proudly walked to “her” table. On the polished surface of the tabletop there were only a phone and a laptop.
Trying not to be surprised by the unhealthy order, she sank into a chair and opened the lid of the laptop. A short melody of loading the operating system, a few uncharacteristic clicks, and a window popped up on the screen asking for a password.
I was frankly confused and prepared to panic, but my fingers themselves reached for the keyboard and quickly typed something very tricky - with numbers, switching font and case.
The system swallowed the password, and a screensaver appeared on the screen, from which... well, my jaw dropped and my eyes almost burst.
Instead of the office-appropriate palm trees, kittens, and butterflies, he was watching from the screen! Well, the one who is Gleb Igorevich, presumably.
The photo is unprofessional, but the brunette posed. He was lying on the sofa—fortunately, not the one in the opposite corner of the office—and smiling predatorily. The compromising part of the body was covered with either a small towel or a napkin, but everything else... Mom, these are muscles! And the skin is so - mm...
“Cri-is...” the brunette called. I already jumped. - Chris, I sent you a letter.
She mechanically pointed her mouse at the Outlook icon, waited for the program to swallow a separate password, and quietly exhaled. Gleb! Yes, his name is Gleb after all!
And “my” superiors wrote the following: “Where are the documents on Danilov’s case? By the way, cool panties. Are they new?
I leaned back in my chair and stared at the brunette. He has x-ray vision, right? I mean, I did bend over, but not to that extent.
“Documents on Danilov,” Gleb reminded aloud.
And again this strange feeling of recognition - I pulled open the second drawer of the desk, pulled out the bottom one from the stack of folders and stood up.
The green-eyed man pretended that my graceful gait did not bother him - he sat with his face buried in the monitor and frowned. But as soon as the documents were placed on the edge of his truly huge table, he became indignant:
– Chris, my arms are not that long.
She knew that she shouldn’t obey, but she still approached. At the same moment, a hot palm covered one of the half-butts, and a hoarse voice ordered:
- Report!
Now he deigned to look up from the screen and look at me.
In general, when a man looks up to you, there is something... special about it. And when genuine passion, mixed with stubbornness, burns in his eyes...
- Well, I’m not in the mood, you know?
- Kri-is...
So, it seems, I’m starting to regret that I succumbed to an incomprehensible impulse and allowed myself to be lured into this strange office.
– We have negotiations in an hour! - I found it.
“In fifty-three minutes and ten seconds,” they answered me calmly and pulled me closer. They lifted the edge of the skirt with their teeth and... I couldn’t stand it.
- Gleb, stop it!
Stopped. He let me go. And he even pulled away.
- Okay, my rose. So be it.
The brunette turned his attention to the monitor again, but I hastily returned to my workplace. It was only when I sat down in the chair that I realized that my heart wanted to jump out of my chest and my legs were trembling slightly. When was the last time I was touched like this? And when was the last time I did... well, the same thing?
The naked Gleb Igorevich had to be removed from the desktop. It’s just that when such a man smiles predatorily at you, it’s difficult to even do your usual work, let alone conduct an investigation... However, I seem to be making it more difficult - there’s no need to investigate anything here, it’s enough to make one phone call, and they’ll tell me everything, everything.
Snatching my mobile phone from my purse, I looked doubtfully at the newly minted boss and realized very clearly that I couldn’t leave the office. Or rather, you can’t go out with a mobile phone. Even to the bathroom.
I had to type a text message...
Mom, of course, was still offended, but she couldn’t help but call back after such a message.
“Not really,” I answered evenly.
The telephone conversation distracted Gleb from contemplating the screen. He looked at her with an attentive, slightly surprised look, then raised his eyebrow. I wasn’t going to explain my actions and turned away altogether.
- Mom, just answer, that’s all.
-Are you kidding me? “The parent was clearly taken aback.
Repeating the questions out loud would have been the height of stupidity; I had to get rid of myself.
- Mom, I'm serious. And I really want you to answer now. It is important.
Mom froze for about a minute and a half. All this time I felt a close, wary gaze on me, but I was not going to give up.
“Gleb Igorevich is your boss,” my mother finally said. This was the answer to the first question - who, strictly speaking, is he.
- Chris? “Now she’s really worried.” - Chris, did you have a fight? Or... What's going on?
- Mom, just tell me. I really want to know your opinion.
- Opinion? Ah... he's nearby, right?
- Well, of course.
On the phone they sighed and admitted:
– There has been an office romance between you for about six months now. And Gleb Igorevich has the most serious intentions. “Mom let out another heavy breath, and then added in a completely different tone: “Chris, if you leave him, you are not my daughter, understand?!”
My jaw actually dropped.
- What-oh?..
- What did I hear! – the parent blurted out. “I don’t know what you’re trying to achieve now, but don’t you dare leave Gleb!” Such men are one in a billion! You'd be a complete fool if...
- Stop, stop. Enough.
Mom fell silent, and I thought. So this isn't a glitch? And I really work at some S.K.R. LLC, sleep with my own boss, and... and all this with my mother's approval? Crap. I can still imagine the first and second, but the third...
- Mom, do you really mind?
The parent couldn't stand it and hung up.
The premonition that it was impossible to run away with a mobile phone was confirmed. As soon as she put the phone down, the green-eyed boss gloomily asked:
– Do you have any secrets?
How smart. Yes, they showed up. Or rather, I had one, but very big secret and a lot of questions.
– Gleb, I talked to my mother.
For me, this answer explains and justifies everything. You can do it with mom! But the new... hmm... lover thought differently.
- About yours, about your girl’s.
- Namely?
The chief frowned and looked at him in such a way that... in general, if it turns out that he really has x-ray vision, I wouldn’t be surprised.
Hoping to avoid interrogation, she returned the Outlook window to the screen and pretended to be immersed in reading. In fact, I was looking for an answer to the question - what exactly do I do? The answer was found almost immediately, in the signatures to the letters I sent it said: “Assistant to the General Director of S.K.R. LLC, Kristina Novikova.” Hmm, predictable, but logical.
A loud bang distracted me from looking at the screen. I raised my head to see my green-eyed boss filling a glass. Champagne in the morning?
Alcohol, oddly enough, was intended for me.
“Chris, relax,” the brunette said, placing his glass next to my laptop.
And then, looking at the bubbles rising from the bottom, I remembered the bench, illuminated by the meager lantern light, and the dog owner, whose name I never asked.
Dear mother... did I meet a wizard yesterday? And love? Big and... damn!
I don’t know what was so special about my face, but Gleb Igorevich stopped frowning. He smiled. And so much so that goosebumps not only ran down your back, but throughout your whole body. Somewhere in the depths of the body, a light flared up, and intuition helpfully suggested that with someone like Gleb, only dirty love is possible.
“But we have negotiations,” I muttered, swallowing nervously.
It’s hard to argue against such an argument, and the situation is one that you can’t understand without a bottle. Therefore, she gave the boss a grateful smile and accepted the glass.
I entered the meeting room in the most blissful mood. Three glasses of champagne somehow very quickly convinced me that Gleb Igorevich was not imaginary, but yesterday’s wizard... Damn! Why not? Why can’t something like this happen to me? Why am I worse?
In general, I decided to relax and try to have fun. From life in general and the situation in particular.
Gleb Igorevich definitely noticed the change in my mood, but was in no hurry to approach. I mean, I didn’t cross the line of what was permitted. But a slight smile, frequent glances and heavy sighs suggested that the boss would not give up. Well, I can't say I'm upset. We're lovers, right? And mom approves...
Sitting down at the table, on Gleb’s right hand, I once again glanced at his figure. Massive, powerful, with a narrow waist and equally narrow hips. I remembered from the photo that there were cubes on his stomach - it’s a pity I didn’t have time to count.
“Chris, get ready,” the boss whispered.
As soon as I believed in the severity of the tone and the seriousness of the situation, I felt a touch on my knee. And a moment later I realized that Gleb is a very purposeful person. His hand, without hesitation, slid under the skirt and froze a measly centimeter from the most precious thing.
My indignation was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. A secretary appeared on the threshold - the one who lived at the second reception, and behind her were two strangers in formal suits. One is obese and short, the second is tall, thin, with obvious metrosexual tendencies.
“Good afternoon,” the first one greeted.
The second one simply nodded and smiled without opening his lips.
Gleb had to free my... well, almost my leg from captivity. Stand up and greet guests with a handshake. I also wanted to get up, but my inner feeling told me that I could limit myself to a nod.
As soon as the visitors were seated, the secretary brought in a tray of coffee and left. I tried to move away from Gleb - there was just a table separating us from potential clients, and I already imagined what this would all lead to.
Not so! The chair seemed to be rooted to the floor!
Looking sideways, I discovered that the green-eyed management had grabbed the seat like a tick. I had to cross my legs and pretend that everything was purple for me.
An extended business card distracted me from the silent struggle with the boss. Then the second one. I also showed politeness - I opened the diary and took out my cards from a special pocket. Gleb did not participate in the exchange of business cards; he closely watched my hands. And he got so carried away that the metrosexual had to cough, twice.
“I’m listening to you,” Gleb said with a sigh.
The men looked at each other. Or rather, the plump one gave his friend a puzzled look, and the metrosexual barely noticeably shrugged his shoulders.
“Um...” the first one hesitated. - Mm…
“We need to eliminate the competitor,” the second one said evenly.
If it weren’t for the champagne, I would certainly have shuddered, but as it was... only the chubby one shuddered.
“No,” he grinned. – Ordinary temporary incapacity.
Temporary what?
Plump shook slightly and swallowed loudly. Then he placed the briefcase, which he had been clutching in his hands all this time, on the table and took out a simple cardboard folder.
And the second one continued:
– A couple of weeks is enough for us. A rough plan has already been sketched out. He values his family very much, but his wife, judging by preliminary information, is wandering around. What is not a reason for temporary inadequacy?
“The information about my wife is inaccurate,” Gleb said, accepting the folder. - What if she is pure and innocent?
“So let her be guilty,” the second one shrugged.
I finally decided to look at the business cards. Both had the logo of a fairly well-known chain of stores. The metrosexual's name was Istarkh, the chubby one was an adviser, and the plump one himself... no, not the general manager, but simply the director. That is, the owner or one of them.
“Okay, we’ll figure it out...” muttered the green-eyed one. – We’ll also come up with an external reason, not for the first time. Do you know about the prices?
Having heard about the money, the director stopped being embarrassed.
- We know. But the amounts you assign...
“I don’t bargain,” Gleb snapped.
Plump tried to object:
– Gleb Igorevich, I understand everything, but now there’s a crisis!
He said something else, gave reasons and arguments. Intuition told me that the green-eyed man was not listening. It just lets the person talk.
I didn’t listen either, but not at all because I wasn’t interested. It’s just that at that time I was looking at Istarkh, spellbound. The director's advisor looked clearly at me, smiled and moved his tongue over... Mom! I’m not imagining it! He actually has fangs!
“I’m not bargaining,” Gleb repeated and even pushed the folder away from him.
“Well... well then we’ll think about it,” said the plump one.
The smile from the metrosexual’s lips disappeared in an instant.
Anna Gavrilova’s book “Big and Dirty Love” is written in places in a humorous manner, although it has quite serious overtones. The novel teaches us to think about our desires, because we often say them out loud, and when they come true, we understand that we had something completely different in mind, that these were just thoughts, but we did not at all want them to come true. “Be careful what you wish for,” the writer hints.
All people tend to want love, but women most often want something special, romantic and fabulous. Especially in youth, when the world seems rosy. But the older you get, the more you realize that fairy tales happen extremely rarely. Christina, the main character of the novel, thought so too. Sitting on a bench in the yard with a bottle of champagne, she thought that she didn’t necessarily need a prince straight from a fairy tale. Yes, and let the love not be too great and pure, but at least some kind... If only there was a person nearby, just to feel loved. She shared these thoughts with the dog walker who stopped next to her. And the wish has already begun to come true.
Christina woke up seemingly at home, but her mother behaved somehow strangely. There were no familiar things in the wardrobe, but a mountain of new ones was discovered. It turned out that Christina’s job was different, with a different boss, always dissatisfied with something. Well, how can this be understood? If you wanted love, you got it, and in addition new job and wardrobe. But what it turns out to be like, now figure it out for yourself whether you need it or not. Next time, before you dream, think a hundred times.
The book is written in an easy and interesting way; the reader will laugh and empathize with the characters. The writer reflected in her book that the realization of a dream does not always become a fairy tale. Many people like to dream, to speculate just like that, and the writer teaches how to dream correctly, so as not to encounter a bunch of problems later. The book leaves a pleasant impression and makes you smile.
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I never drank on the street. Especially champagne. All the more warm. And even from the throat! But after meeting the girls, such melancholy came over me that, falling out of the taxi, I turned not home, but to the supermarket. I took a bottle of Brut, and there it was.
If my mother, God forbid, catches me doing this, she will hack me to death, but I don’t really want to move my bones to the next entrance. Besides, there is a bench without a back and the lantern is not lit, and it’s dark outside...
- Girl, are you okay? – asked a dog walker passing by.
I was just taking a new sip - I choked, coughed and mentally sent the compassionate passerby to a known address.
“Well, sorry,” he chuckled, stopping. The dog, huge, but seemingly rootless, growled menacingly.
“Yeah,” I muttered, carefully wiping myself with my sleeve. Why the hell did you wash your windbreaker?
The dog growled again, and I thought and meowed in response.
“Hm-yes...” concluded the dog walker.
She waved her hand, saying, go ahead, don’t bother me. But the passerby turned out to be extremely pestering. He let the mongrel off the leash and, as soon as the dog disappeared into the nearest bushes, he plopped down on the bench.
“Let me try,” he said and reached for the bottle.
I moved away automatically.
- Yeah, right now!
He didn’t answer, but I mentally cursed and moved even further away.
- Kri-is... don't be greedy.
- Uh... Do we know each other?
Taking a close look at the dog walker, I came to the conclusion that I was seeing him for the first time. Although... maybe they are familiar. The man’s appearance is completely unremarkable - he’s all sort of typical. And his dog is expressionless, although big.
“Almost,” the interlocutor “delighted,” but still reached for the bottle. Then he nodded at my bare legs and asked: “Isn’t it cold?”
Actually, it’s not hot - it’s evening, after all, and summer, according to the calendar, ended yesterday. But I wasn’t supposed to wear jeans.
- What do you want? – I muttered impolitely.
“Yes, I was just passing by,” the nameless man shrugged and licked the bottle. - Ugh! Yes, it's warm!
- Well, sorry... those.
- You can use “you”.
Yes. It's possible, but not necessary.
- So what happened? – asked the stranger. - Why do we drink?
I really wanted to send it a third time, only not mentally, but out loud. But the man looked into my eyes, and something changed in me. Or rather, something clicked in my head, my mouth opened by itself, and the words came out of my tongue:
- Yes, because I’m stupid!
- And detail? – the dog walker asked insinuatingly.
– Well, I knew from the very beginning that there was no need to go to this meeting!
– What meeting?
- With the girls! With classmates! “The man looked at me with such sympathy that I couldn’t stand it and revealed all my secrets at once: “I’m thirty, you know?” And I'm not married, and without children, and in general! And they all... And I...
- Are you jealous?
- No. Yes. Well…
Phew, how can I explain? And even a man? I don't envy you, just a little bit. I just felt sorry for myself. It’s so sad that I even cried in the taxi.
– What’s stopping you? – the interlocutor did not let up.
“The same as for a dancer,” I muttered, decisively selecting the Brut. Wow, he tried it! Yes, it’s already at the bottom!
- So you are waiting for love? – the stranger guessed. Or rather, he’s no longer a stranger, but a drinking companion, but that doesn’t matter. – Big and clean?
It’s not for nothing that people drink champagne chilled – when it’s warm, it completely blows your mind. In a sober state I would not say this:
“I even agree to something small and dirty, do you believe me?”
The man's mouth nearly burst from smiling.
- Nope, I don’t believe it.
The dog walker’s smile became even wider, although it seemed – where could it go?!
- In vain? – clearly holding back his laughter, he asked. Then he smacked his lips and said: “I can’t offer a small one, but a big one... Big and dirty, huh?”
- Yeah! – drinking and nodding at the same time is very inconvenient, but I managed. - You can have two!
Still, I couldn’t resist and laughed.
- No, two is too much. One! But big...
She waved her hand at him - men! They don’t understand anything about the mysterious female soul. However, what the hell is the difference? Still chatter. Simple chatter and nothing more.
Part I
Chapter first
The alarm clock was pulled out of some very good dream. No, alas, I didn’t remember the dream, but there was a smile from ear to ear on my face.
Turning over onto her stomach, she buried her face in the pillow, hoping to sleep for another five minutes, but... no luck.
- Kri-is! Cri-i-is! Do you have a conscience? “Mom screamed from the kitchen.
I honestly nodded and closed my eyes, but the mother began rattling the dishes and... well, I still had to get up.
Unconsciously imitating a zombie, she trudged to the bathroom. I washed my face and cleaned my 32 (actually 28, but these are minor things), noting at the same time that there seemed to be no hangover. I carefully examined my hair and came to the conclusion that yesterday’s styling had not suffered much, so I didn’t have to wash my hair.
However, it is not necessary to wash it at all - in our wretched office they don’t pay attention to such trifles. Our boys only look at the monitor, and the only girl, Maria Sigismundovna, sixty-three years old, does not come into our office at all. We only meet on payday and at corporate events.
- Kri-i-is!
- Yes Yes! I'm coming!
In passing, I looked into the kitchen - a bowl of oatmeal was already steaming on the table. I rolled my eyes and grimaced - two months ago my mother read another book about a healthy lifestyle, and here it is. The fact that my stomach wakes up only at lunchtime, and that I simply choke on breakfast (any kind!) does not bother her.
– Chris, how long can you wait? - the mother cried. - You'll be late for work!
So what? Everyone here is late. This is part of the corporate culture.
Mentally grumbling, I returned to the room, pushed back the closet door, and... and then a shock hit me. Complete and comprehensive.
- And... what is this? – I muttered. Then she finally came to her senses and yelled: “Ma-am!”
Mom was in no hurry to answer the call, but I looked at the even rows of hangers and slowly went wild.
I'll kill you! No, I know that you can’t do that about your mother, but I’ll kill you! Right now! And with extreme cruelty!
- What? – A slender woman in a tacky housecoat and curlers appeared in the doorway. The face of my... overly caring parent was covered with a thick layer of sour cream - a mandatory morning mask.
I took a deep breath, then exhaled and asked, trying not to hiss or spit:
- Mommy, where are my clothes?
The parent gave a puzzled look and took a step forward to look into the closet.
- As where? Here.
Her bewilderment was so sincere that I was confused. And mom turned around and, as if nothing had happened, went to the kitchen. She just threw it over her shoulder:
- Should drink less.
Drink? Oh shit! What time did I arrive yesterday? Ay...
Thoughts about meeting my classmates and intimate conversations on the bench were decisively rejected, but I no less decisively followed my mother.
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