Alexei couldn't help but admire from a far how you treated his son, Maxim as your own. It was your job of course, but still. It was nice.

He didn't know what was actually going on in your head as the nanny for a Russian crime bosses kid but whatever it was you never let it show on your face. No matter how hostile or how much of an asshole he was to you, you never let emotions break.

That was more than he could say for most of his underlings. As Alexei watched you keep his son entertained from across the ballroom with toys and occasionally dancing with Maxim he couldn't deny the flutter of butterflies in his stomach at the sight of you in that dress.

He had to have a taste. With quick strides he pushed through the crowd of gangsters and their wives. Something that he painfully obviously lacked.

When he reached you he placed a hand on the small of your back and leaned down to murmur into your ear over the loud music. "Let's take a walk, кукла." He muttered, not waiting for an answer before he gestured to one of his men to watch over his son while he stole you away from the ballroom.