The penthouse felt smaller with three of them. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, a triangle of desire and power that hummed like a live wire. Katya had shed her white blazer, leaving her in a silk camisole that left little to the imagination.
"So," Katya said, pouring herself a glass of vintage Cristal. "The rumors are true. You've let a girl lead you by the nose, Romanov."
"She's not leading me," Romanov replied, standing behind Sasha and placing his hands on her waist. "She's just exploring the boundaries."
"And have you found them yet, Sasha?" Katya asked, stepping closer.
Sasha leaned back into Romanov’s chest, looking up at Katya. "I'm still searching. I find that boundaries are much more interesting when they're pushed."
Katya smiled, a slow, dangerous expression. She
