28 - Blaine.

I push myself off the wall and walk toward her, eyes fixed on my prize. This part of the corridor isn't too busy.

Her honey brown eyes are wide as she stares at me for a moment, frozen to the spot. And then she pivots to turn her back to me and marches in the opposite direction.

"Sidorov," I bark her surname, stopping her in her tracks.

I see the way her whole body stiffens as she comes to an abrupt halt, turning slowly to face me. "Yes, sir?" Her voice is high-pitched as her cheeks turn so red I can't believe it's possible.

I fold my arms over my chest. "My office, now."

The delicate column of her throat bobs as she swallows hard, drawing my eyes to it. I want to put my collar around it and make her wear it day and fucking night. "Sir, I'm supposed to be meeting my friends at—"

"I don't give a shit, Sidorov." I step closer to her, towering over her small frame. "Now and don't make me ask again."

It's clear that trying to resist a pull like Azira has on me is a grave mistake. As it ha