“Rune, малютка,” Sergei groaned as he looked at Rune’s stubborn face. “She means nothing to me.”
Rune raised her eyebrow and pulled out the paper in her handbag and handed it to him. She waited, watching as his face darkened in distaste and anger. When he looked up at her, she looked pointedly at him.
“I will not be any man’s rebound,” she told him quietly as she sank back against the seat in the limousine. “If she is the one you love, do not use me as a substitute.”
Dimitri didn’t bother trying to hide his grin. He looked at Sergei with twinkling eyes. He slid his fingers between Rune’s slender ones and pulled her against his side.
“I would never use you as a substitute,” Sergei growled. “She was simply a distraction. I broke it off with her several weeks ago.”
Rune nodded to the pap
