Chapter 27

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Chapter 27

Aleks

"You can do better than that, ona d'yavol," I smirk at Imogen.

She huffs, giving me an angry look as she lets her legs fall on the leg curl machine.

"You're not a very encouraging trainer," she mutters.

"I think I'm very encouraging," I shrug, giving her a meaningful look.

"In some aspects..." Imogen says, her cheeks going crimson red. I can't help but laugh, covering my mouth with my hand in a sorry attempt to hide it.

Imogen grins, curling her lips together, shaking her head a bit.

"Your mind is in the gutter, kotenok."

"You implied it first!" she snaps.

"Come now," I give her a look and move the pin down, adding more weight to her leg curls. "Show me what you've got."

"I have nothing to prove to you, Sokolov."

"Hmm," I lean over her, "Then show me I'm wrong."

Imogen rolls her eyes, but she does a full set without complaint. I give her a nod of approval. She only flicks me off before sauntering over to the other machine, bending over it, giving me a tantalizing teasing view of her ass.

"That's just not fair..." I grumble under my breath.

"I heard that!" she chirps.

I walk up behind her, palming my hand over her tight little ass, squeezing each cheek.

"Aleks," she pants.

"Do your workout."

"Do your workout!"

I bring my hand back and slap her ass. She gasps, eyes wide, looking back at me.

"I've been waiting so long to do that..." I admit with a grin.

She bites her bottom lip. I think she liked that a little too much.

My phone buzzes, breaking our staring contest.

I think about ignoring the call, but then I see Ronan Donnelly's caller ID. You don't really ignore calls from Ronan Donnelly...

"Sir," I say, answering the call.

"Ah! See! My son, so polite!" I hear my dad's voice.

"Aleks, good to hear from you," Ronan adds.

"Are you together?" I ask, confused.

"The kids now-a-days don't know about 3-ways calls," Dad laughs a bit.

"I know what a 3-way call is, Dad," I sigh.

"Sean's here too," Ronan says. I feel myself straighten as I look to Imogen. She's looking at me with concern and curiosity. I put my phone on speaker so she can hear.

"So is Imogen," I add.

"Good," Ronan says. "We have news."

Ah, fuck.

Imogen's eyes widen as she looks at me.

"We're handling Rossi," Sean Donnelly says, interrupting Ronan before he can go on.

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