People like Serge intrigued me. Yes, he had an amazing talent, and couple that with his out of this world good looks, he could have just about anything he wanted. But people like him believed they owned the world, because they’d been blessed by genetics, or given opportunities most of us never had. When he wasn’t terrorizing the people who worked for him I’d bet he spent most of his days indulging in luxurious selfishness. Pricey Martinis, eating at high-end restaurants, fancy clothes and loveless s*x were probably daily habits.
I bet he was a selfish lover too, not that I’d ever be capable of turning a night of loveless f*****g down with Serge. I’d never been with a powerful man like him. The only guys I’d dated were starving artists and tree huggers. Actually, despite being 32 I hadn’t
