Page 33 of Auctioned to My Bratva Boss

"Matvey..." She looked up at me, her expression like a startled deer.

Any emotions she felt for someone else needed to be forbidden. That was the correct order of things.

"Finished your work?"

"There's... still some blueprints that need proofing." She mumbled quietly.

"Is that so?" I raised an eyebrow. "Then I need to personally inspect your progress. Let's go."

Without giving her a chance to refuse, I headed straight for her department office. Her workstation was tidy. I pulled out the chair and sat down. She stood at the desk, pressing her lower lip.

That look of restraint was killing me.

"What are you waiting for?" I leaned back, staring at her intently. "Print out the designs you've already proofed."

She walked to the computer and bent over to operate the mouse. From my angle, I had a perfect view of her backside.

How the hell had she stuffed that lush body into this damned outfit? The ill-fitting uniform was tight and small, putting her full breasts and ass on complete display while making her waist look shapeless.

But I knew what that body really looked like. Every curve.

She hurried toward the printer humming at the other corner of the desk. Every sway of her hips reminded me who this sexy body belonged to.

When she walked toward me clutching the stack of papers, her arms squeezed them against her chest, making those two things look even bigger. I turned my chair toward her, watching her chest rise and fall with nerves.

I took the papers and flipped through them. She'd proofed them thoroughly, professionally. This wasn't the level you'd expect from an intern designer fresh to the company. She had talent.

"Don't move." I pulled out one sheet and held it against her chest for comparison.

The pale blue square gem landed right between her breasts. Too small—it was practically buried.

"Bad fit." I brushed my fingers against the two soft mounds at her chest. "I'm not satisfied. Redo it."

"But this is the lead designer's approved style." She shrank slightly under my touch, her expression tinged with difficulty. "And I'm just an intern..."

"I'm the boss. Is there a problem with me telling you to revise a design?" I slapped that blueprint against her chest, the paper nearly sinking into the cleavage between her breasts.

The moment I let go, she reached for her chest. But the paper slipped past her hands and floated to the floor.

"Pick it up." I looked at her.

She bent at the waist, straightened again, then took a deep breath and squatted down.

I knew what would happen next.

Her straining uniform betrayed her. The neckline gaped wide as she leaned forward, two pale, full half-moons crashing into my view. At the same time, the tight skirt slid up, exposing a large expanse of soft inner thigh and the edge of her black over-knee stockings.

Before she picked up the paper, pure white panties flashed before my eyes.

"I like this view." I reached out and pulled her waist toward me, squeezing her soft belly.

She pushed me away like she'd been shocked, flushing from cheeks to ears.

So all it took was a little teasing to turn this stubborn girl—who hadn't shed a single tear on the auction stage—into this.

"Sir, please stop doing such terrible things." Her voice mixed embarrassment and anger. "Yesterday in the conference room..."

Her voice trailed off.