After a run of events, I wanted to return to Russia, but common sense made me study and settle into a modest apartment on the outskirts of London. And it all would have been fine—school, work, side jobs—except my friend decided to make me happy with a certificate for an erotic club called “Wild Rose.”
An eye mask, a meeting without names or obligations. Passion flooded my mind, leading me through corridors I’d never seen before. But I hadn’t expected that my guide into a world of lust and pleasure would be the owner of a major corporation—the one where I work…