A month ago…

- You're bleeding...

Smolov said this in such a detached way that at first I did not understand what he was talking about. I was so immersed in thoughts about the personal tragedy of the boss and the reaction of the body to his proximity that I gasped in pain when Pavel ran his finger along his leg. There was a thick red streak on the calf, streaked to the hem of the shoes, the beige leather of which had turned crimson.

- Deep cut. And the blood does not stop, - the man jerked my leg over his knees, and by inertia I began to fall back.

“Here it is - my finest hour! That's how everything in the movie goes. Then a kiss under the moon, hugs, and a hot one ... ”- but I didn’t have time to fantasize to the end - my legs were quickly thrown back.

Failure! Fiasco! Collapse!

No, no, it's even good! I did not want a drunken sleepover and morning remorse. Especially the last one! From the first, hand on heart ... Ugh, I'm silent! I have pride!

- We need to treat the wound! - Smolov stated categorically and got up from the bench, pulled him along, hiccupping in between. - Let's go!

And even that "ik" was cute.

- I'll carry you! - Pavel leaned towards me and extended his hands, and I jumped aside, as if from fire.

- No need! We will fall! – appealed to the remnant of the chief's mind.

But the authorities were a superboss, and therefore they did not pay any attention to my exhortations. Tenaciously, for his condition, catching me by the waist, with one jerk he pulled me to him, bent over, and now I am already swinging in the arms of the company's CEO.

Feel - do not get up! Now the main thing is not to move, so as not to upset the delicate balance. Let's go! Slowly but surely!

“You see, I was afraid in vain,” Smolov turned to me, and our eyes were so close that I saw the dark obsidian of the pupil in all its glory: I am in the center in the light of garden lamps.

I will watch forever!

But she was embarrassed and looked away, bit her lips and behaved like a virgin on a first date with an experienced adult man. Crap! Crap! Crap! But I can't help it!

I wanted to escape, but immediately changed my mind: Smolov would definitely have resisted to the last and the matter would have ended in failure. It’s better not to argue with drunks, then I’ll carefully merge ...

I tried not to think about the unbuttoned shirt, about the naked torso, which was already in front of my eyes, but the indescribable smell of Forev's Resins tickled my nostrils, leading me astray. Fantasy now and then broke loose from the chain.

When we got to the mansion, the chief's breath didn't even hitch. It seemed like the boss could carry me around the house for another fifty laps and not even trip. If at first he staggered a little, then he quickly pulled himself together, and he only occasionally rocked slightly when cornering.

We can't go through the main entrance! - I lowered my voice to a confident whisper and saw that the boss clearly finds this amusing: he raised his eyebrows, in the eyes of a laugh, the corners of his lips slightly up.

- And why is that? - Smolov asked at the top of his voice, feeling like the king of life.

- Because we will be credited with relationships! And not what it really is!

- No office romances! - Pavel shook his head, repeating the truth that every employee of our company knew by heart. If a couple was caught having an affair, then at least one was sent to another branch, and the maximum was fired. Smolov believed that nothing kills efficiency like love within the walls of the office.

“Then we need to go through the side door, over there, you see!” - I pointed to the dark sash, modestly hidden behind a twisted arch.

Pavel twitched in the direction of the main entrance, but from there came the bursting laughter of the gossips, who had come out to smoke. A second of stupor, and here we are, under my sigh of relief, moving towards a modest siding. All that remained was to pray that the door would be opened.

Lucky! Wide open! We entered directly into a small spare kitchen, whose open double doors overlooked a corridor and a flight of stairs to the second floor.

- First aid kit in my room! - brought Smolov up to date and carried on.

- Can we take a look here? – made a feeble attempt to get through to the boss, but was only gifted with an arrogant squint of her eyes.

Unexpectedly, Smolov stopped at the table, seated me sideways on it, and stretched across me. I shrank and froze, stopped breathing, and he just reached for the carafe of water. He filled the glass, and I shuddered - a thin stream at the end of this action wet the top of my dress, and the boss did not even notice the mistake. While I was draining a glass of water in one gulp, I, as if spellbound, followed Adam's apple walking / moving up and down, not taking my eyes off him, like a cobra from a pipe. Can't wait for the first aid kit! Exactly, exactly!

Slapping the glass back into place with a dull sound, Pavel grabbed me in his arms and carried me through the corridor straight to the stairs to the second floor.

I grouped myself as best I could so as not to hit anything with my head or foot. Of course, I’m not a filly, but I’m not a baby either - I can easily get a bruise on a joint.

- Does your leg hurt? The man interpreted the tension in his own way. - Soon my room will have a first aid kit!

“Yes, yes,” I no longer denied, deciding to myself in this way “on the contrary” to deliver the boss to the door and quickly retreat.

So I will be saved! First of all, from myself. If only his room was faster, otherwise I won’t last so long!

The mansion in the Moscow region, which our company rented for the celebration, was simply royally huge. Four floors, several wings, huge halls. It was assumed that up to five hundred employees of the company from the capital and regions would be accommodated here: some in a room for four, some for two, and someone was unlucky enough to run into a ten-seat. Let's not point the finger to whom exactly - you already understood!

To me!

Suddenly, Pavel stopped on the stairs, seated me on the railing, holding me with one hand so that I would not move out, leaned towards me and blocked the light of the lamp with his head as the moon hides the sun during a solar eclipse:

- You promised! the boss demanded.

My thoughts rushed in all directions and with difficulty gathered again to suggest: the boss is talking about the very promise about the children.

Pavel raised his hand and wanted to flick me on the nose, but he missed and hit my lips.

- Ai! - I didn’t have time to rub the sore spot, as Smolov’s thumb ended up on my lower lip. Pavel ran a small pillow along it, pressing lightly, and I forgot how to breathe. She looked up and met a slightly vague look, like a brick wall, and quickly came to her senses. Perhaps the man does not even see my face clearly, and I have melted like jelly at room temperature. Get it together, Anya! Then you yourself will cry!

Do you remember where your room is? - not a question, but the height of my willpower. Or have you forgotten?

Just to get there! Just don't meet anyone along the way! Just don't give in to temptation!

"Why do you want my room?" - the voice is tempting, and the look still burns the lips. The lower one ached as if Smolov had run it not with a finger, but with a red-hot brand. Pavel glanced at me and remembered: - Exactly, first aid kit! Let's go!

I just made sure I did the right thing. Otherwise, tomorrow morning, I won’t be able to bear the dismissive look of the boss. To receive such a moral slap in the face is the worst thing.

Before she could blink, she was back in her boss's arms. I really wanted to try my biceps for hardness, but I forbade myself to think about it. It is forbidden!

Finally I'm on my feet! Hard floor under you - not so bad. But who am I kidding? I would ride in Smolov's arms at least all night.

Meanwhile, for some reason, Pavel was picking the doorknob with the car key.

“This is the entrance on the map,” she hinted tactfully, standing behind him, but Pavel does not hear, stubbornly rummaging through his pockets. I repeated louder: “We need a card to open the door.”

– Pay? Everything has already been paid for! - Pavel stopped looking at the key card reader and slapped his forehead: - Exactly!

If not for this detail, I would have forgotten that Smolov was drunk as hell. It just holds up well! We must never forget this! Otherwise, I'll be out of the company tomorrow morning, like a bird.

The chief reached into his wallet and pulled out a black plastic rectangle with surprising deftness.

“Only after the ladies,” Pavel said with a slurred tongue and opened the door wide open.

I hesitated at the threshold, because I was not going to pass. I just wanted to make sure the door slammed behind the boss and he didn't get into trouble.

- Go to rest. I can take care of myself - it seemed that you got into the territory of Smolov, and everything was gone! Step into the abyss... Or into paradise...

- Do you have a first aid kit? - Pavel staggered, and he leaned his hand on the door frame just above my head. I changed the position of the body, and now it turned out that I could freely pass only inside the room, but not further along the corridor.

“Mmm…” she tried to remember if there was something that looked like a medical box in that cramped little room. And I had to lie!

- Fly in! - Pavel regarded the answer as “no” and simply squeezed me into the room with him. - We need to treat the cut!

Not to say that I am thin, but now I feel like a weightless reed, which is carried away by a fast current. Smolov is like the elements: powerful, indomitable, impetuous. And just as dangerously mesmerizing. Seconds, and I was on the couch.

“Sit down, I didn’t drag you here for nothing,” he ordered in a familiar commanding tone, and I froze at a crossroads: should I run or wait for the “nurse” who was now rummaging through the bedside table and staggering around, and then wash off?

How good he was with these dictatorial manners. A man who knows what he wants. It’s a pity that a man is inaccessible to me, it’s a pity ...

It would be necessary to quietly make his way to the exit, while the chief is in search of a first-aid kit, but the treacherous desire to receive a portion of care from Smolov himself won. Let him be drunk, so what?! Most likely, he will treat the cut very badly, but something in me begged in such a tone-th-th-th-senky voice: “Anya, agree, you will regret it later!”

Clattering a box of medicines, Pavel returned to the sofa, squatted down in front of me (knelt down / squatted down) and launched the attraction of my imagination to its fullest. While Smolov sprayed the spray on my wound and blew raggedly so as not to sting, I imagined myself to be his princess, his beloved, about whom he cares so reverently. And not at all out of drunkenness, and not in a momentary impulse, but always and everywhere. Oh, how sweet! Already tongue stuck to the sky!

If I say that no one in my life treated the wound, would you believe it? And this is so!

Parents were so passionate about the theater that their creative nature completely ousted paternal and maternal instincts from their heads. They were not afraid to leave their little daughter at home alone for a couple of days and drive away for a theater weekend, so they ate whatever they could. Well, will a small child cook a full dinner for himself? I have been able to cook all the side dishes and fry / stew / boil meat dishes since I was seven years old. I tried to surprise my parents with a hearty meal when they returned from rehearsals, but quickly realized that no one appreciated my surprises. Efforts were in vain, and soon I stopped trying. They had interesting conversations only among themselves, but I, hanging my ears, listened. When I felt bad or got sick, my mother always said: “The first-aid kit is there. Find yourself something, don't be small." And dutifully walked, read the instructions and ran around with questions: "Antipyretic or anti-inflammatory?" What is most interesting, when the parents fell ill, the scheme remained the same / the same.

I wouldn't even pay attention to that cut on my leg. And Smolov noticed. And now he awkwardly poked a cotton swab into the wound, applying an iodine mesh. What antiquity is this brown cage! But so cute!

I did not expect a reverent attitude, sudden care from the boss. There was something… native…

A lump rose in my throat.

- What happened? You cry? Pavel lifted his head and gave me a worried look. Our faces were so close to each other that the first impulse was to move away, but she restrained herself.

“No, I’m not crying,” she assured her, and her voice trembled. Traitor!

Pavel touched my cheek and stroked my cheekbone:

- And what's that?

A tear glistened on the tip of his finger.

“Water, ahem-ahem…” I cleared my parched throat.

- It was painful? I'm not good at this, but I had to do it a couple of times in the army, - Pavel frowned guiltily and swayed. She rushed to support him by the shoulders so that he would not fall, and was able to restore the man's precarious balance.

“Your legs are probably numb,” Smolov reminded him that he was still on his knees.

Pavel leaned his hands on the sofa on either side of my legs, pulled himself up, and pressed all the Smolovs to the sofa, before he even had time to gasp.

I authoritatively declare: being under the boss is terribly uncomfortable!

Pavel immediately hovered over me on outstretched arms and slowly slid his gaze over my face from the eyes and down, lingered on the lips for a second and went down below.

“You have water here,” the boss said quietly, and I felt a burning gaze below my collarbones. His breath hit the drops of spilled water from the glass, and a wave of goosebumps swept through his body.

She raised her hand and ran trembling fingers over her skin, wiping off the drops.

- All? – voice hoarse from emotions.

- Still here, - Smolov's hand caught mine, and the man intercepted it so that he could control his fingers. He put out my index and drew a path with it along the skin above the edge of the neckline. The neckline was not deep, but now the modest dress seemed the most depraved in the whole world. And the man is the most incredible!

A wave of eyelashes - and Smolov is already on his feet. I was lying on the couch, hoping that I didn’t look like a rolled cake, but very much nothing! And she slowly came to her senses from the double sensation of the pleasant and at the same time oppressive heaviness of the male body.

Oh no, I wasn't a girl. But also a priestess of love! She had experience behind her after a couple of partners, not to say that it was successful. One of my ex was selfish and fast-paced, the other was fond of such exotic things that we quickly dispersed like ships in the sea.

I have never experienced such a lingering need as now.

Eh, it’s not in vain that they say that a woman’s imagination is better than any G-spot. The mere knowledge that it was Smolov set off a chain reaction in the body. Such a man ... and with me! I've already imagined this in my mind!

Pavel stood over me, like a fallen angel, and looked at me for a long, long time, while I internally went crazy and was afraid to move. The biggest test was his face, which showed no emotion, as if he was a beautiful stone statue.

“Fix your dress,” Pavel turned away sharply, and I looked down.

- God! - She exclaimed, quickly taking a sitting position, and pulled the top of the dress back to its rightful place. How did I not notice that it slipped? Shame! How can I look my boss in the eyes?

I also thanked heaven that I wore the best and most expensive set of underwear today. Any woman will understand how important it is not to goof off in front of the object of dreams! Thin translucent dark blue silk and weightless lace framed my dignity so beautifully that I could even insert it into a catalog of lingerie. That's just the tummy will have to be photoshopped in order and the sides ... If not for this - a picture!

Phew, at least I didn’t lose my face! And the stomach in the prone position will pass for a flat one!

Ugh! What am I thinking?

Hormones, Anya! These are all endorphin traitors, not you! You need to run before you lose the last remnants of your mind!

And as soon as I was about to get up from the sofa and with the most resolute look to go to the door, Smolov flopped back on the sofa and quite intentionally put his head on my knees.

- Um...

- Sit with me, please. I don't want to be alone today. So bad…” Pavel opened his eyes, and I drowned in blue topazes with hundreds of facets of pain. And she couldn't refuse.

“Good,” I remembered how unhappy the boss looked on the street, and thought that I should try to talk to him. At the same time, I will switch myself, otherwise one nonsense climbs into my head.

- You don't want to talk? - I know from my own experience that the pain, dressed in a word, becomes less.

- No, - Smolov closed his eyes and rubbed his chest with his right hand, as if it hurt there. I tried not to stare at the man's perfect body, but every now and then I looked at his wide chest and embossed abs.

Everyone knows that the boss without the press is a girl's fantasy to the wind!

After five minutes, his breathing evened out and the hand on his chest relaxed. I wanted to slip out and put a pillow under Smolov's head, but no luck! Pavel threw his arms back, grabbed my hips and squeezed tightly. So possessive that inside skipped a beat.

Damned endorphins, they mocked again and tested willpower for strength!

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on the couch cushion to avoid looking at the posh man. Lying temptation. My temptation.

How do you breathe there to calm down? I remembered the only breathing technique I knew, and began ...

After five minutes, I was so relaxed that I did not notice how I fell asleep.