“I have a boyfriend!” I blurted out, pressing my palms against the firm chest of the police officer.
“Not anymore,” he said calmly. “You don’t like me.”
“That’s temporary!” the cocky man replied indulgently.
“Leave me alone!”
“Don’t count on it!” he promised, with a predator’s confidence.
Officer Gromov is a handsome flirt and an unbearable braggart who doesn’t know the word “no.” During our first meeting he barged into my parents’ apartment. During the second, into the dormitory. The third time he simply kicked his way into my life—and it seems he isn’t going anywhere!