“You’ll have a condition too!”—I immediately held out my palms in front of me at the sight of his smile.
“What condition?”
“No hints about sex, okay? That’s clear.”
“Agreed. No hints. We’ll just do it—nothing more. Quietly!”
“He’s rich. Sexy. And unbearably arrogant.”
He offered me a deal: to pretend to be his wife in front of his partners. And in our agreement, nothing about personal relations was mentioned. But after all, Barinov does everything his own way…