Sindra POV
“I would like your phone number, Sindra.”
After a brief pause, I knew I had to say something, so I forced my voice box to work.
“Why?”
“Why do you think so?” he laughed. “Because I would like to get to know you more.”
Emotions twisted around in my gut. I didn’t quite know how to feel about any of this. It was so unexpected, so confusing. Why would Dimitri want to get to know me better, of all people? It wasn’t like he was short of female attention. Others didn’t seem to care that he was a playboy, but that wasn’t for me.
Although I had to admit, I was a little bit intrigued.
“You know, I don’t really date,” I admitted, desperately hoping this wasn’t about to lead to a million questions, because I really didn’t want to answer them.
“I know,” he replied easily, asking me n
