Ravil
The desk arrives right on time, and I have the guys carry it in to set up in my room. I follow them in to act as the unnecessary translator.
“Where would you like the desk, Lucy?”
She shoots daggers at me with her glare. “In my own office. In my own home.”
Seeing she chose to sit by the window for breakfast, I direct my men to set it up in front of the window, so she can have the spectacular views of Lake Michigan while she works.
“Spasibo,” she thanks them in Russian when they finish.
I hide my surprise. Crafty lawyer. Of course she’s already teaching herself Russian. My beautiful prisoner is not going to sit back and play Rapunzel for me. She’s gathering her resources and plotting her escape.
The thought makes me smile.
I do so love an able adversary.
Especially one as bea
