Sasha
SashaI’m lounging on the couch watching Game of Thrones with Dima, Nikolai and Pavel. Maxim, Ravel and Oleg are off somewhere on business.
Game of ThronesI haven’t had much of a chance to talk to Lucy—she’s always either at work or locked in the bedroom with Ravil, so when I see her walking to the door in a bathrobe and carrying a towel, I ask where she’s going.
“To the rooftop pool.” She rubs her belly. “It’s my saving grace these days.”
I shoot an accusing look at Nikolai and Pavel. “No one told me there’s a pool on the roof.”
“There’s a pool on the roof,” Pavel offers.
I smack him with the back of my hand and jump up. “May I join you?”
“Of course.”
“Give me one minute,” I say, shooting off for the bedroom to change into a bikini.
Pavel whistles when I come out with a towe
