“I have only one question for you, Ekaterina,” a hoarse voice whispered over my ear—sending a pleasant shiver across my skin. “Tell me, do you often think about me when you fall asleep?”
Shock made me jolt up sharply from the chair and turn, staring the man in the eyes with unabashed fury.
“Why would you think that I, in general, think about you? And even before bed?”
I swallowed and stepped toward the window, but he wasn’t going to talk from a distance. He came closer and tucked my hair behind my ear with his fingers.
“Because I think about you, Kat’еньka, every night.”
His passion consumed both of us. But he still doesn’t know what secret I’m hiding. And when the truth is revealed, he will definitely turn away from me. After all, men like him don’t deal with women like me.