“I don’t dance, and I’m not a lady,”
“Well, that makes two of us, doesn’t it?” He smiled and started walking off to where a table was, flanked with people eager to drink and have casual conversations with the other tourists around them.
When Alexei arrived on the table, everyone else seems to shot him a look that says they know him — probably from all the magazine covers he’s in and all the newspapers.
“Oh my gosh! It is you!”
“Here we go again,” I muttered, following Bryan with a look as he dragged his boyfriend around to where Alexei was standing, holding a cup of water.
“Well, hello there,” Alexei greeted and flashed me a sideways glance that I just wanted to rip off his face. “Enjoying the cruise so far?” he asked as though he’s the captain of the ship, sipping on his water whil
