Chapter 14
Sasha
Rue’s Lounge is a hipster lounge—grungy but very cool. It’s located in the basement of a more industrial area of town. The band hasn’t started, but Oleg has staked out the closest two-top to the stage where he sits with a pint of craft beer in front of him.
“Hey, how’s it going?” I touch his shoulder before remembering with a smile that Maxim doesn’t like it.
I’m irrationally pleased by his irrational possessiveness. Especially because he doesn’t make me feel like a w***e, he makes me feel desirable. Highly desirable.
I take the free chair next to Oleg while Maxim and the other three guys scrounge chairs from other tables and arrange them around our tiny table. A cocktail waitress arrives promptly, and we all get a round of the local brew on tap. As we sit, the place
