Chapter Thirty-Seven
The elevator opened directly into the lobby of Ilya’s apartment and he met her there, admiring the petite blonde who had captured his imagination as she batted a tennis ball around a night-lit court. She looked younger in person than in her video.
“Monica. It is indeed a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m a big fan. Welcome.”
Monica recognized a gusher when she saw one, but ignoring that, she turned on the charm. “Mr. Volkov, you have me at a disadvantage, having watched the video, but still, I am always pleased to meet a fan.”
Ilya chuckled. “I’ve had a table set up by the glass where we can watch the sunset. I have a most complete bar. What might your pleasure be?”
Monica had an excellent vodka spritzer with a twist while Ilya poured himself a small amount of bra
