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already willed her away several times.
    “The boss is waiting for you in his parlor Tiffany.”
    The boss?
    Alexi!
    She shot up in bed only to find herself staring into the anxious face of a fellow co-worker. The events of last night came back to her in a rush and Tiffany glanced briefly at the empty spot next to her.
    “Mr. Habalov guest is waiting with him.” The woman supplied.
    “Um, right,” she answered jerking the blanket up to shield her nude form. “I’ll be right down.”
    “You should hurry Mr. Habalov seems a little irritated this morning.”
    Great! Had Konstantin blown her cover? How could she be so stupid as to actually fall asleep when she’d planned to sneak away under the cover of night ?
    Tiffany waited until the other woman closed the door behind her retreating form before swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Her words replayed in her head as she donned her skimpy housekeeping uniform, minus the stockings and shoes. She brushed fingers through shoulder length hair, which did little to help it, before leaving the room and heading in the direction of the housekeeper’s quarters. There she’d hoped to find something less revealing to put on for her impromptu meeting.
    “Where are you going?” The stern voice of Alexi’s head security halted her in her tracks.
    “I have to see Alexi, but I thought I’d change first.”
    “No time for that, he wants you now.”
    She didn’t bother to argue, there was no point. He wouldn’t take no for an answer anyway . In bare feet she padded alongside the guard. The man knocked on the closed double doors leading in to Alexi’s private study. It was the same room she’d barely escaped from just yesterday evening. He urged her forward at the sound of Alexi’s answering call. Tiffany felt on edge as so on as she entered the smoky interior . The two men sat in leather winged back chairs quietly. Alexi puffed on a cigar while Konstantin’s eyes took in her appearance. A disapproving look settled over his face.
    “You wanted to see me, Sir,” she beg an in a strong voice while trying not to translate Konstantin’s nonverbal communication.
    “Yes. Have a seat.”
    There were two other winged back chairs in the room, Tiffany opted on the one furthest from Konstantin.
    “You know my friend Konstantin Malovich.”
    Malovich? She held back her surprise. He’d said his name was Jestkov, not Malovich. As she repeated the name in her mind it struck an immediate cord. Her next breath caught in her throat and she had to remind herself to breath steadily. Konstantin Malovich was trouble with a capital T. Mr. Untouchable himself. Some said not only did he have ties to the Russian Mafia but ran so many facets of it he and his family could be its very nucleus. As well known, as his crimes were his diplomatic connections had many governments, including their own, turning a blind eye to his numerous illegal activities.
    How could he be the same man that showed her so much care the night before ?
    “Mr. Malovich,” she nodded in his direction after clearing her throat, although she couldn’t bring herself to make eye contact.
    “No need to be so formal Tiff.”
    “Of course,” she nodded again but focused her attention on Alexi who seemed the lesser of two evils, at the moment.
    “I’m sorry I over slept this morning Mr. Habalov.”
    “Not a problem, it’s not why I’ve called you here.”
    “No?”
    “It’s seems as though you’ve made quite an impression on my friend.”
    That got the butterflies going in the pit of her belly.
    “So much so he’s asked me to release you from my employ so that you may pursue other opportunities.”
    “Other opportunities?” Tiffany questioned, she could feel Konstantin’s eyes on her.
    “Yes Tiff, I’d like you to join me on a trip,” Konstantin spoke up for the first time since she’d entered the room.
    “I don’t know about that,” she looked nervously at her hands then between the two men.
    “If