“And what about the most wonderful night in your life, Diana Georgievna?” His hot breath scorches my bare skin. I’m like in a trance. I look into his eyes and understand that I’m falling. Only my head is buzzing from a hangover and won’t let me completely lose myself in those eyes. I shake off the numbness. I’m here—am I the older one, or who?
— The best night in your life? — I snort with an independent look.
— Congratulations. Now stand up and let your aunt get dressed.
— I love it when you order me around in bed,” he smirks again.
For what, damn it, do I get all of this?! He’s eight years younger, and he’s my intern. And he won’t give me any peace. Our night could have been the only one and accidental—but it became the beginning of a crazy love. Only… I lied to him.