"What's going on?", Dima asked when he closed the door behind him. His eyes darted through the room and it took him a second to spot Ilya moving towards the bathroom.
"How many times have I asked you to get rid of those piercings and tattoos? No wonder she thought you were some call-boy." His hazel eyes sparkled the way they always did when he was talking shit. "By the way, who is this new lady, boss? And why did she run away? Considering your mood lately… did you do something to scare her off?" Dima said matter-of-factly.
Ilya just ignored him.
Dima's eyebrows shoot up teasing. "That was quick. Normally you take at least half an hour." He couldn't believe Ilya let a woman he was clearly interested in walk away....properly dressed, no less.
"SHUT UP!" Ilya growled, whipping around to glare at his secretary. "I will deal with you later."
