- I have rules," I said, looking straight into his impudent eyes.
"- Never date clients."
"- But I’m not a client. I’m the owner of the premises, Rada," he whispered my name—so softly that goosebumps covered my skin.
Only, I’ve long since crossed men like Nemirov off my list of people. Men like him loved only themselves. Oh—and my friends.
"- That’s my second rule. Don’t get into any relationship with the landlords."
"- Too many rules for such a sweet girl," he smiled and leaned forward, breathing into my lips:
— A couple of them will have to be broken.