Eight thousand dollars. And she can't spare eight minutes.
But Hope's voice echoes in my head: Don't blow this.
So I swallow my pride, my dignity, and what feels like a whole flock of angry birds.
"Six days works for me."
A flash of movement across the park catches my eye, and my heart does that stupid flutter thing before I realize it's just another suit heading to work.
Not him.
Not Samuil.
Thank God, because the last thing I need right now is Rufus losing his mind over his Armani fetish yet again.
But now that I've let my guard down, the memories flood in. His hands spanning my waist in my tiny bathroom. The way he snarled against my neck. How he picked me up like I weighed nothing and---
"Are you even listening?"
Katerina's sharp tone snaps me back to reality. She's staring
