Call Me

"Call Me" is a novel by Marina Kistyaeva in the genre of a contemporary romance with elements of romantic eroticism.

A woman who was driving the car that had been tailing him turned out to be behind the wheel—and everything immediately went wrong.
She slammed the door and headed straight for him.
And she was wearing stilettos. If Lysakov had been the author of the traffic code, his first point would have been a ban on driving in such shoes.

Lysakov watched her approach with little interest.
And she clearly wasn’t “inconspicuous”—the girl had a figure to die for.
Especially her hips.

His second “traffic rules” for himself: no pencil skirts behind the wheel.
And let them try to accuse him of chauvinism—facts are a stubborn thing.

— Yaroslav Dmitrievich Lysakov?
And, by the way, her voice was pleasant too.
— I’m listening.
— I need to talk to you seriously.
— Really?..

— I demand that you stop seeing Ekaterina Astafyeva. If not—there will be consequences.
Well, that’s something.

Lysakov slowly tilted his head.
— With Ekaterina Astafyeva? — he repeated.
Who the hell was that?

— Wonderful, — she drawled, not even trying to hide either her irony or her anger. — So you don’t even know the name of the girl you’re dating?

The evening rapidly ceased to be calm.
Apparently, without him, they’d already “married” him off.

— Once, you were a knight. And now the young are pulling you in?

MENTION OF NON-CONVENTIONAL SEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS, WITHOUT DETAILS OR PROPAGANDA. THE BOOK IS PROHIBITED FOR DISTRIBUTION AMONG CITIZENS OF THE RUSSIAN FEDERATION UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE.