Her Russian Billionaires #3 NIKO(5)

By: Susan Westwood


This place was quieter than that.

That’s when it all came back to her. She moved her head to look at her bed partner. He was snoring, sleeping on his back. The covers were mostly off of him. She could see his impressive chest. He definitely worked out.

As much as she’d love to lie here and admire him, she needed to get home to shower before work. At least her car was here. She slid carefully out from under the covers. Thankfully she found all of her clothing so she dressed in the hallway, hoping no one else was here.

Minutes later she was starting her car, then driving away from the cottage that had been the site of her first one night stand. She wasn’t sure if she’d do that again, but he’d been a good and patient lover.

She’d lost track of how many orgasms she’d had. That sex might hold her over for a year or more. She hadn’t even been looking for someone when she entered the bar. No, she’d wanted a quiet drink to digest all that Yuri had told her yesterday.

He was dying. He was giving the company to his son. She was supposed to make that transition smooth. If the son didn’t want her as an assistant, she would get a generous severance. Enough that she could take her time looking for a new job.

The thing was, she didn’t want to work for anyone else. Yuri had seen her the day she interviewed. She was fresh out of Penn State and nervous. He’d walked through the lobby, stopping to say hello.

She’d chatted with him, not knowing who he was. He went on his way, the Human Resources person interviewed her, then offered her the job on the spot. Not the one she’d applied for, but as assistant to the CEO. The salary had been more than she’d ever expected to make and would go a long way to pay for her grandmother’s medication.

She jumped at the chance, then spent the next day worried that she wouldn’t do a good job. Yuri had been a boss and mentor. He’d showed her amazing patience and now she didn’t want to work for anyone else. What were the chances that she would find another boss like him? Nil.

And now his son, whom she’d never met, would take over the company. At least he couldn’t fire her outright. Yuri had already given her a letter of recommendation in case she needed it. He wouldn’t let her down. She knew it.

This son was an unknown quantity.

She pondered this as she drove her car back to the apartment in Hoboken with her grandmother. When she entered the apartment, she could smell bacon.

Wanda, the day home health aide, was cooking breakfast. “Is Gram up yet?”

“No, I’m about to go wake her.”

“Give me ten minutes to get a shower.”

Wanda just smiled. A young girl from Trinidad, she didn’t judge. Just laughed at whatever happened. Destiny was in and out of the shower before her grandmother came down for breakfast.

She was dressed for work and butterflies populated her stomach. Today was the day.

“You look more nervous than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rockers,” Gram said.

“My boss told me he’s leaving the company to his son. Yuri is sick and he wants to retire. I’m meeting the son today. I’m nervous,” Destiny said as she sipped her coffee.

“You should still eat.”

Of course Gram would push food. It was her answer for everything. Boy broke your heart? Eat pie. Lost your job? Have a casserole. It was amazing that Destiny wasn’t the size of a house.

“I’ll be okay, Gram, really.”

“No man is going to kill my appetite,” Gram said.

No man was going to mess with her grandmother either. The family rumor was that Gram’s husband had pissed her off so she put something in his food. He died two days later. Her Gram never spoke about him ever. Everyone knew not to ask her.

“I need to get to work. I have to get there early to make sure everything is in order.”

“You probably did that before you left, Destiny. Stop worrying. What’s supposed to happen will happen.”

She kissed her grandmother’s cheek, feeling how thin her skin was, then left for work. She parked her car in the spot she’d earned. Not the front row, but the row behind it. All of the executives had a spot. Their assistants had the row behind them. The rest of the company could jockey for the rest of the spots.

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