“I wouldn’t be so sure.” I poke him in the shoulder playfully. “Ruslan’s a person, same as you and me.”
He pushes off the stone wall and gives me a smile that makes my heart melt. “I’m glad Ruslan’s around. I like him.”
I have no idea what to say to that, so I point towards the school. “Go on now; I don’t want you to be late.” He hugs my waist and races towards the steps.
Great. Just freaking great.
Looks like I’m not the only one who’s gone and caught feelings for Ruslan Oryolov.
“Good morning, Ms. Carson.”
I spring to my feet as he sweeps down the hall on his way from the executive lounge. “Mr. Oryolov! Good morning. Your schedule is on your desk.”
He nods. “And the meeting with the Santino people?”
“Confirmed for 3:00 P.M. this afternoon.” He surveys the messy heap of papers on
