The knock rattles through my apartment, and I yank the door open, already bristling. The guy who asked me out this week lives in the next building, he ghosted me without explanation, and unlike the others, wouldn’t even pick up my calls. I’m sure it’s him now, and I’m ready to tear him apart. Just because I’m nice ninety percent of the time doesn’t make me a doormat. I rip the door wide, and freeze.
Instead of a tall, copper-haired man, I’m staring at a broad chest wrapped in a white dress shirt, the collar undone to reveal tattoos curling up his neck. A diamond earring flashes. My pulse spikes, my breath locks.
"Hey, little bunny," he drawls with a very casual smirk.
I slam the door in his face. Stumble back, eyes wide, lungs scraping for air. No. No, it can’t be. Aleksei is here. But
