Chapter 17
Dmitri
Just like I expected when I got into our usual room in the hotel that was slated for our meeting, she'd laid on the bed with a white robe on and her hair dripping wet as if she just had a shower.
She raised her champagne flute in the air and tilted it slightly. "Cheers, Mr Mikhailov, I thought you had changed your mind," She smirked and glanced at the clock.
I took off my jacket and advanced toward the bed, suddenly feeling tired. I sank onto it and rested my head against the headboard.
"There's nothing else that could have changed my mind," I admitted because it was the truth.
My home was a mess and I wasn't ready to fix it. All I needed was some sort of distraction and I was glad that I was getting it.
She nodded, dropped the champagne flute on the bed stand an
