I'm starting to think that Bonnie doesn't like me that much with the way her greenish brown eyes glare daggers at me but I'm caught by surprise when she bows slightly at me. "I didn't know you were the guest he had over, Miss Veleno." She says with a sly smirk lining her pouty lips as she raises her head.
Oh, I see. She must have heard of me. My face has never been this expressive before. My eyebrows are up the roof and my lips stretch to a full amusing smile. I look back at Rolan. He simply shrugs at me.

"Why are you here Bonnie?" Rolan questions without much flavor in his voice. I guess I'm the only he prefers to see. How nice.

Bonnie struts over in her pink heels. She walks past me to Ronan's desk where she brings out a brown file from her bag and slides it over to Ronan's front with a little stretch forward. Clearly to make him see her perky boobs underneath her shawl. Unfortunately for her, Rolan is more interested in the brown file in front of him. He opens it and checks the content inside without bringing it out. "Eto Zakonno?" He asks.

"Pover'te mne." Bonnie slurs. I don't know what Ronan said but I know what Bonnie said means "Trust me" what does that mean. Are they in business together? What's in the brown file?

"Thanks Bonnie," He says before placing it inside his one of his drawers. Bonnie stays bend in front of his desk, not budging. Ronan's right eyebrow arches upward at her. "Is there something else I need to know?"

Bonnie shrugs lazily. She throws a fleeting gaze over her shoulder to me. I eye her with boredom. She looks back at Ronan. "I'll like to speak in private. Yey nuzhno idti"

I could not stop my eyebrows from twitching. Why should I leave?

"Speak Bonnie." Ronan orders whilst typing on his laptop. This angers Bonnie, the girl shows her anger and frustration like a teenager when she stomps her heels on the ground like one.

"You owe me!" She whines.

"What do you want?" Ronan returns, not breaking his eyes away from his laptop.

"A date."

"Okay"

Oh wow. Bonnie finally let go of his desk and plasters a smile of triumph on her face as she cat walks past me to leave his office but not without flipping her platinum blonde hair aggressively like a Oscar winning actress. I also don't like this Bonnie girl. She was fun the other night but now she's not.

"I'm done, let's go." I look at Ronan who is already on his feet with his coat hanging on his left shoulder. He closes his laptop and picks his phone. Deciding to play it cool and act like I am not in any way curious as I get on my feet with my bag and Andre's coat on my shoulders. Ronan walks up to me and stared down at me with a weird expression on his face. His eyes are suddenly staring down at me icily like I've done something wrong. He stretches his hand forward and takes the coat off my shoulder.

"Andre's?" his voice is calm but as cold as ice.

"Yes, I forgot how cold it is here." I explain. The look on his faze does not faze. He takes off his coat and drapes it over my shoulder.

"I don't like to share, Anís." He whispers when his body comes closer to mine and I feel the radiating heat from him as well as his citrus scent. He pulls back.

"He was only looking out for your future wife."

He says nothing as he slides his hand over my waist and directs me out of his office. It feels so hot where he touched, my body freezes immediately. We walk out the door and Andrei and Lydia immediately stop arguing. I arch an eyebrow at the both of them. Lydia adjust her breast collar and Andre's face has a red glaring handprint on his right cheek. Interesting.

Andrei shoots a murderous glare at Lydia one more time before walking up to us. Ronan wastes no time in throwing the coat over to Andre who skillfully catches before it meets his face. I smile apologetically at him. He nods at me and sends Ronan a disappointing look.

"It was nice meeting you Miss luchesse." Lydia says in her sweet innocent Russe accent. I smile softly at her.

"Likewise."

We follow Andrie into the elevator. He presses the floor number and the elevator goes down the body humming alive. "How do you feel?"
I startle at Ronan's breath in my ear, looking up at him is a mistake cause our lips are now few inches apart. My eyes slowly drift away from them to his eyes. What did he say? What was his question again? Why do I keep making a fool of myself.

" Your health, Anís. How is it?"

Oh that. I immediately look away from his hypnotic eyes and stare at Andrie's unmoving back. "I'm fine. My uncle likes to exaggerate things." I mutter.

"You look a bit tired" He returns, his lips skimming my left ear. I try not to shiver.

"I'm only cold." I throw back.

"There are plenty of ways to keep you warm, Krasnyy." He whispers and I gulp silently. I don't know how long I can go on with him like this. Andrie is right in front of us! Now I know Mr Dimitri is one shameful Mafia Don.

"Does anyone of them including you not touching me?" I manage to question. Keeping my voice light and steady.

"Hmm, depends. You hands can do a well job, no?"

My head snaps back at him and instantly draws back at the intensity in his eyes. He leans further. The elevator pings and I breathe out in relief. Without wasting anymore time, I slip away from him and leave the elevator. The cold air hits me once again but this time I welcome it cause my body is boiling up from the inside.