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What’s more embarrassing than a butt dial?
Butt dialing your boss…
And leaving a dirty voicemail when you’re uhh… “thinking” about them.

Working as Ruslan Oryolov’s personal assistant is the job from hell.
After a long day spent tending to the billionaire’s every whim, I need some stress relief.
So when I get home that night, that’s exactly what I do.

Problem is, my thoughts are still stuck on the bosshole who’s ruining my life.
That’s fine—because of all Ruslan’s many sins, being gorgeous might be the most dangerous.
Tonight, fantasies of him are just what I need to push me over the edge.

But when I look down at my phone squished next to me,
There it is.
A voicemail for 7 minutes and 32 seconds…
Sent to Ruslan Oryolov.

I panic and throw my phone across the room.
But there is no undoing the damage done by my very vocal O.

So what can I do?
My plan was to just avoid him and act like it never happened.
Besides, no one that busy checks their voicemails, right?

But when he schedules a one-on-one meeting with me for exactly 7 minutes and 32 seconds,
One thing is for certain:
He.
Heard.
Everything.

What's worse than being dragged to a wedding?
Finding out the groom is your ex.
And he’s still not over you.

Yulian Lozhkin was crafted by the Good Lord Himself.
Stormy-gray eyes. GQ stubble. Cheesegrater abs.

Too bad he's one of the most dangerous, powerful men in the city.

He needs a fake fiancé to seal the deal that will crown him king.
And I need his help to get my son the special care he needs.

So I make a deal to be his date for the night.
But imagine my surprise when we arrive at the ceremony and I see who's getting married...

MY EX.

And as the wedding unfolds, I realize just how not over me he is.
I broke up with him for good reason.
Namely, he’s a terrible person.
Him awkwardly hitting on me in front of his wife-to-be explains it all.

But Yulian needs to close this deal and stay.
And I can suck it up for one night for my son’s well-being.

Which brings me to maybe the worst moment of my entire life…
When the pastor asks, “Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
And my ex says, “No…
I want HER instead.”

My gorgeous neighbor just found my box of "personal toys."
And my mission to steal them back...
Ended in his bed.

It was supposed to be a joke:
Give my best friend raunchy toys for her bridal shower and embarrass her in front of her family.
But when my package is wrongly delivered to my gorgeous, mysterious neighbor,
I’m the one who ends up mortified.

I sneak over to his place to try stealing it back before he finds it.
The problem is, I get caught mid-heist...
And then he makes me stay for dinner.

Dinner leads to dessert and dessert leads to... other dessert, if you get my drift.
Several courses of sweet, sinful temptation.
In my defense, he's even more gorgeous up close than he is from my bedroom window.

When I finally get back home the next morning, I open my stolen prize.
But it seems I grabbed the wrong package.
And the violent mess I find inside will change my life forever.

Turns out my hot neighbor is a Russian Bratva boss, with some deep, dark secrets.
Turns out he got me pregnant, too.

My BFF sent the hot stranger a voice note...
Of me saying I want to climb him like a tree.
And he just. Texted. Back.

It's the dog's fault, really.
If this untrained Great Dane I'm walking had any manners at all, I never would've ended up here:
With my leash wrapped around the most gorgeous man I've ever seen.

Lucky for me, the guy is a good sport about it.
(Although his joke that “Dogs take after their owners” hits a little too close to home when Rufus starts humping his leg.)
He leaves me with his business card and a smile that makes my knees weak.

I'm still pinching myself as me and the bestie resume our walk.
“Methinks you had a little crush on him,” she accuses.
Not thinking and a little flustered by the whole experience, I reply, “I’d wrap my legs around his waist tighter than that leash.”

THAT'S when she reveals that she'd been recording my response.
THAT'S when she gives me the most devilish grin I've ever seen and says, “You're welcome.”
And THAT'S when she hands me my phone and reveals...

She sent the recording to him.

My heart is in my throat as those three little dots appear…
Then a text.
“PROVE IT.”

“What do you mean, ‘You gave me the wrong sperm sample’?!”
But the doctor says he isn’t joking.
Instead of being my sister's surrogate...
I'm accidentally carrying my boss's baby.

A few months ago, I agreed to be my sister's surrogate.
Then she died in an unsolved accident.
I swore I'd keep her child and raise it on my own.

But as it turns out, there was a mix-up at the clinic.
Instead of carrying my future nephew...
I learned I'm pregnant with my boss’s child.

But Dmitri isn't just my boss.
He's also the one who killed my sister in the first place.

One wardrobe malfunction.
Two people who don’t belong together.
Three awful words: “Be my wife.”

Everyone else is at this party to marry the host.
I’m only here until I can get a ride home.
When my dress rips in the world’s worst-timed wardrobe malfunction,
I go find somewhere quiet to fix it.

So I’m standing there in nothing but my heels when,
As my luck would have it, the door opens…

And the man of the hour walks in.

I wish I could say I played it cool.
But it’s been a looong time since anyone has seen me in my birthday suit…
Much less the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

All I want to do is fix my dress, click my heels three times, and be back on my couch in fuzzy slippers.
But Ivan has other ideas.

He’s decided who he’s taking to the altar…
And I don’t have a choice but to say “I do.”

What would you do if you walked in on your husband cheating?
I'll tell you what I did:
Ran out the door with nothing but the clothes on my back.

A month later, I'm broke, jobless, almost homeless.
But then, while filling in as a waitress at a fancy restaurant, I trip and land in the lap of a gorgeous stranger.

One thing leads to another and we end up hooking up.
Afterwards, he leaves.
That's the end of that... right?

WRONG.

Because the next day, my temp agency sets me up for a job that seems too good to be true.
But when I arrive for the interview, my jaw drops.

It's the stranger.
Turns out he's rich. Like, very rich.
And powerful. Like, very powerful.
And here's his offer:

"Live in my house.
Be my wife.
Have my baby."

Needless to say, I start to freak out.
I stand up and stammer, "Um, I'll have to get back to you..."
And he replies:
"You're misunderstanding.
It wasn't a question.
You're not going anywhere."

I’m in love with my boss.
He doesn’t even know I exist.
… Until today.

My name is Rowan St. Clair.
For five years, I’ve tried to pretend I’m not head over heels for a man I can never have:
Vincent Akopov—gorgeous, ruthless, and completely out of my league.

But one fateful errand changes everything.

When I walk in on him thoroughly “occupied” with another woman, I expect embarrassment.
Instead, I get a saucy wink that sets my body on fire.
And the next day? A promotion I never asked for.
"Congratulations, Ms. St. Clair. You're my new personal assistant."

Suddenly, I'm thrust into Vincent's world—Park Avenue penthouses, private jets, and a boss whose meetings put the "DIC" in "dictation."
He tests my limits.
Filthy promises whispered in my ear in the middle of a boardroom, explicit Polaroids left in unexpected places, sneaky gropes in dark hallways…
And I push back. Sexts send both ways, after all.
Our game escalates with each passing day.

There's just one problem: to inherit his father's empire, Vince needs a wife.
So guess who gets to accompany him on every awkward get-to-know-you date?
Me—sitting beside him, trying to ignore his hands wandering up my skirt while he interviews potential brides.

I tell myself it's just physical. Just temporary. Just a fantasy that will end when reality comes knocking.
And reality does indeed knock—
In the form of two pink lines on a pregnancy test.

When is the worst time to tell someone he’s going to be a father?
Probably the day of the wedding…
When he is getting married to someone else.

Well, that is exactly what I did.
But my hands were tied.
Literally.

Matvey Groza is a dangerous man.
And nine months ago, he strolled into my shop looking for a custom suit.
But when I accidentally walked in on him in the changing room,
I was the one that ended up needing a new set of clothes.

It was a one-time mistake.
After that… good riddance.

But the pregnancy test I took a month later had other plans.

I kept it a secret from everyone.
Or so I thought.
But when Matvey’s enemies learned that I was pregnant with his child,
they kidnapped me and held me hostage.

Until I broke free and ran as fast as I could.
And I had no one else to turn to but the devil himself.

What better time for me to enter the church…
… than as the pastor says, “Speak now or forever hold your peace"?

I got pregnant from a one-night-stand.
I wasn’t going to tell the father…
Until I walked into the office and found out he’s my new boss.

Here’s some advice: Don’t sleep with your boss.
Here’s some more: Don’t sleep with your married boss.
And while I’m at it: Don’t sleep with your married, dangerous, billionaire, completely-incapable-of-feeling boss, because all he’s going to do is break your heart and your body and leave you to cry in the ashes.

But I’ve never been good at taking my own advice.
In my defense, I didn’t know that Nikolai Zhukova was any of those things when we met.
I just thought he was the gray-eyed sinner in first class.
And when I started having a panic attack at the sudden turbulence, I thought he was the kind soul calming me down.

But Nikolai is the farthest thing from kind.
He’s cruel, he’s powerful, he’s arrogant.
And now, according to the test in my hand…
He’s the father of my baby.

I walked into the wrong hotel room...
To a naked man fresh out of the shower.
Now, I’m pregnant with his baby.

I should’ve left as soon as I saw him.
He was too beautiful to be real.
I got halfway to the door…
And then he saw exactly what I was trying to hide.

“Who hurt you?” he said when he glimpsed the bruises. “Let me fix it.”
I should’ve said no.
But honestly? I deserve a little luck from the universe.
And if it wants to provide that luck in the form of a gorgeous, six-foot angel of darkness…
Well, I won’t turn my nose up at that.

But nothing in this life comes without strings attached.
My angel gives me a night from heaven…

When morning comes, though, he turns into a devil.
And not just any devil.
This devil knows where I’m from.
Who I am.
What I’ve done.

And he’s determined to make me pay for all of it.

I didn’t ask to carry a mobster’s baby.
But he never gave me a choice.

The man who gave me my son stole my innocence in return.
And now, his Bratva brother is coming to finish what he started.

Viktor Kornilov is a cold-blooded beast.
His name alone makes my blood run cold.
But his cruel touch makes my heart beat faster and faster.
We’re trapped in a high-stakes game of lies and violence.
One wrong move, and he’ll take my son away.

So when he gives me his sinful offer
—become his fake wife or become his latest victim—
The only answer I can give is yes.

He’s my ex’s brother.
A terrifying mob boss with a past too dark to share.
And when he finds out I’m pregnant, he becomes something else, too:
The husband I never asked for.

Kolya Uvarov crashed into my life at a funeral and saved me from a mega-creep.
Classic meet-cute, right?
Not exactly—because it was his brother we were burying.
A.k.a., my ex-boyfriend.
A.k.a., the man who hit me, stormed out the door, then died in a car crash before I could ever tell him about our baby.

But Kolya knows the secrets I’m hiding.
Kolya has a plan for how to handle them.
And Kolya just leaned down, smelling like vanilla and sin, and whispered seven little words in my ear.
From now on, you belong to me.

It started with the mile high club.
It ended with a fake marriage and his baby in my belly.

I thought it was just a hookup on an airplane.
Let’s be cute and call it a “one-flight-stand.”
Or we could be more accurate and call it what it really was:
The day that ruined my life.

Aleksandr Makarova sure looked the part of the knight in shining armor.
Tall, rich, with eyes that promised all kinds of delicious things.
Not to mention, a body that delivered on those promises.

It was the craziest moment of my life.
But when the flight landed, Aleks disappeared.

I tried to pretend it didn’t hurt my feelings.
Back to my boring old reality, right?

The problem was, Aleks wasn’t really gone.

And when I stepped one toe in my house and saw what he’d done to my family, I realized…
He wasn’t going away anytime soon.

I found my angel. Then I broke her wings.

Alexis should’ve never set foot in my world.
Men like me stain girls like her. We take their innocence and tear it to shreds.
She thinks she’s tough. She thinks she can handle me.
But she doesn’t know just how deep my darkness goes.

It was for the best that I claimed her for a night and left her behind.
Anything more than that would have been cruel.

I thought I’d seen the last of Alexis Wright.
So imagine my surprise two years later when the door to my office opens…
And she walks in.
The girl I ravaged. The girl I devoured.

Now that’s she’s in front of me again, I have just two questions for her:
First—what is she doing here?
And second…
What does she mean, “our baby”?

It's the first look on my wedding day.
I turn... but my husband isn't there.
Instead, I see the stranger who ruined my life.

Here's the story:
Six years ago, I was on the worst first date in history.
A blind date with some jerk who wouldn't take no for an answer.
The handsome stranger swooped in.
Saved me.
And sat down to finish the date.

I thought it was crazy.
But we had insane chemistry.
We got to talking, one thing led to another, we ended up in the restaurant bathroom, and...
You know.

I got pregnant.
He disappeared.
Life: ruined.

I tried to move on.
For six years, I thought I succeeded.
But now, out of nowhere, he's back--on my wedding day, of all days.
Saying things that don't make any sense.

"Your fiancé isn't who you thought he was...

I'm not letting you marry him..."

And, worst of all...

"You're marrying me instead."

My soldiers threw Charlotte at my feet and told me what she was:
A thief.
A liar.
A sneak.

I chained her in the cell beneath my mansion with a plan to get rid of her at dawn.
But something made me change my mind.

That something?
A little girl arriving on my doorstep, desperate and alone…
With a note in her hand that changes everything.

“This is your daughter.
Her mother is dead.
She’s your responsibility now.”

Now, I need a nanny for the daughter I never knew I had.
Lucky for me, I’ve got the perfect solution…
And she’s locked up in my cellar as we speak.

This is my story of how to lose a mob boss in ten days.

I have a
I’ve been arranged to marry a monster.

Run away? Good idea. Tried that. Didn’t work.
Because in my family, my father makes the rules.
And he says this wedding is happening .

But he still has a soft spot for me, his last remaining daughter.
So he offers me a deal.
Take ten days.
Get to know Sasha.
See if you change your mind.

Yeah, right.
Sasha Ozerov is a beast in Brioni.
He’s ruthless, flawless, utterly unconcerned with mortals like me.
All he wants is what our marriage would bring
My family’s power and the city in the palm of his hand.

But maybe, if I can make him back out of the deal…
I’ll keep my freedom.
So I set out to do everything I can to drive him crazy.

I have ten days to make my husband hate me.
What happens if I start to love him instead?

He filled my head with lies.
Then he set my world on fire.

Gavril Vaknin.
Richer than God.
Crueler than the devil.

And if he has his way…
My new fake husband.

A chance meeting turns into a once-in-a-lifetime offer.
The billionaire don needs a blank slate to turn into his perfect politician’s wife.
I’m homeless and desperate—what do I have to lose?

But Gavril is hiding secrets. Cloaked in lies.
Stepping into his world is a one-way ticket to a hell I won’t survive.

Did I do the right thing?
Or did I just sell my soul to a monster?

A kingdom of corruption—that is my birthright.But before my father gives me the throne that’s rightfully mine, I must fulfill one condition:I must find a wife.Dani is the perfect target.Innocent, beautiful, unsuspecting.But vulnerable. Oh, so vulnerable.She says she doesn’t need me.But if there’s one thing I understand, it’s desire.That’s the only weapon I need to bring her world to its knees.So let the wedding bells ring.I’ve found my fake wife.And I’ll drag her to the altar if I have to

I just crashed my car in the middle of nowhere.
Luckily for me, someone showed up to save me.
Unluckily for me, that person is a runaway criminal.

Daniil Vlasov.
He’s six and a half feet of blue-eyed broodiness.
He won’t tell me a single thing about who he is or what he’s doing out here.
But it doesn’t take a genius to realize this man screams danger.

I do the only thing I can do: play along.
That’s how I end up as his fake fiancé.
That’s how I end up camping in the woods on a fake honeymoon.
That’s how I end up in his arms—experiencing something that is extremely NOT fake, if you know what I mean.

And then, in the morning…
He’s gone.

Or so I thought.
But ten years later, there he is again: my husband for a night.
And—although he doesn’t know it yet…
The father of our baby.

The stranger who saved my life is officially my new boss.
Now, I’m stuck in a house with him and his BABY...
Until I find a way to get both of us out.

He’s a CEO.
A Bratva don.
My new boss...
And now, my prison warden.

Timofey Viktorov has no problems blackmailing me into his deal.
Live in my mansion…
Care for my baby…
“No” is not an option.

There’s only one way out of this nightmare:
Uncover the secrets he’s hiding and blackmail him right back..

But the longer I’m in his house, the harder things get.
He’s getting closer.
The ice is getting thinner.

Sooner or later, it’s going to crack.

I’LL LOCK HER IN A GILDED CAGE AND THROW AWAY THE KEY.

The night we met, she thought she was tasting freedom.
I devoured her once and left before I even knew her name.

Four months later, Bratva business leads me to the house of my enemy with one objective:
Burn it down and kill everyone inside.

That’s exactly what I plan to do…
Until I find her cowering before me.
The innocent girl from the club.
My beautiful caged bird.

I’m not here to save her—I’m here to ruin her.
But something stops me in my tracks.
Something I never expected.

Did she say that’s my baby in her womb?

Co może być bardziej żenujące niż przypadkowe wykręcenie numeru tyłkiem?

Wykręcenie tyłkiem numeru do własnego szefa…
I zostawienie mu sprośnej poczty głosowej, kiedy jesteś, yyy… „w trakcie” myślenia o nim.

Praca jako osobista asystentka Rusłana Orłowa to robota rodem z piekła.
Po długim dniu, podczas którego spełniam każdą zachciankę tego miliardera, potrzebuję jakiegoś ujścia dla stresu.
Więc kiedy tamtego wieczoru wracam do domu, robię dokładnie to.

Problem w tym, że moje myśli wciąż kręcą się wokół tego szef-dupka, który rujnuje mi życie.
I niech będzie—bo ze wszystkich licznych grzechów Rusłana, to że jest tak cholernie przystojny, może być najniebezpieczniejsze.
Dziś w nocy fantazje o nim są dokładnie tym, czego potrzebuję, żeby przekroczyć granicę.

Ale kiedy spuszczam wzrok na telefon, przygnieciony obok mnie,
jest.
Poczta głosowa: 7 minut i 32 sekundy…
Wysłana do Rusłana Orłowa.

Wpada we mnie panika i ciskam telefon przez pokój.
Tyle że nie da się cofnąć szkód wyrządzonych przez moje bardzo głośne „O”.

Więc co ja mogę zrobić?
Plan był prosty: unikać go i udawać, że to się nigdy nie wydarzyło.
Poza tym—kto tak zajęty w ogóle odsłuchuje pocztę głosową, co?

Tylko że kiedy on wpisuje mi w kalendarz spotkanie jeden na jeden ze mną na równe 7 minut i 32 sekundy,
jedno jest pewne:
On.
Słyszał.
Wszystko.

Was ist peinlicher als ein Hosentaschenanruf?
Seinen Chef aus der Hosentasche anzurufen …
Und ihm eine schmutzige Sprachnachricht zu hinterlassen, während man, äh … an ihn »denkt«.

Als persönliche Assistentin von Ruslan Oryolov zu arbeiten, ist der absolute Höllenjob.
Nach einem langen Tag, an dem ich dem Milliardär jeden Wunsch von den Augen abgelesen habe, brauche ich ein wenig Stressabbau.
Als ich an diesem Abend nach Hause komme, tue ich also genau das.

Das Problem ist, dass meine Gedanken immer noch bei dem Arschloch von Chef hängen, der mein Leben ruiniert.
Das ist in Ordnung – denn von all Ruslans vielen Sünden ist sein umwerfendes Aussehen vielleicht die gefährlichste.
Heute Nacht sind Fantasien von ihm genau das, was ich brauche, um mich zum Höhepunkt zu treiben.

Aber als ich auf mein Handy hinabsehe, das neben mir eingequetscht liegt,
Da ist sie.
Eine Sprachnachricht von 7 Minuten und 32 Sekunden …
Gesendet an Ruslan Oryolov.

Ich gerate in Panik und werfe mein Handy quer durch den Raum.
Aber der Schaden, den mein sehr lautstarkes O angerichtet hat, lässt sich nicht mehr rückgängig machen.

Was also kann ich tun?
Mein Plan war, ihm einfach aus dem Weg zu gehen und so zu tun, als wäre es nie passiert.
Außerdem hört doch niemand, der so beschäftigt ist, seine Sprachnachrichten ab, oder?

Aber als er ein Vier-Augen-Gespräch für exakt 7 Minuten und 32 Sekunden mit mir ansetzt,
Ist eines sicher:
Er.
Hat.
Alles.
Gehört.

Cosa c'è di più imbarazzante di una chiamata partita per sbaglio?
Chiamare per sbaglio il proprio capo...
E lasciargli un messaggio in segreteria decisamente sconcio mentre, ehm... stai "pensando" a lui.

Lavorare come assistente personale di Ruslan Oryolov è un vero inferno.
Dopo una lunga giornata passata a soddisfare ogni capriccio del miliardario, ho bisogno di scaricare la tensione.
Così, quando torno a casa quella sera, è esattamente ciò che faccio.

Il problema è che i miei pensieri sono ancora fissi su quello stronzo del mio capo che mi sta rovinando la vita.
Poco male, in fondo: tra i tanti peccati di Ruslan, il fatto di essere bellissimo è forse il più pericoloso.
Questa sera, fantasticare su di lui è proprio ciò che mi serve per arrivare al culmine.

Ma quando abbasso lo sguardo sul telefono, rimasto schiacciato accanto a me,
Eccolo lì.
Un messaggio in segreteria di 7 minuti e 32 secondi...
Inviato a Ruslan Oryolov.

Vado nel panico e lancio il telefono dall'altra parte della stanza.
Ma non c'è modo di rimediare al danno fatto dal mio orgasmo decisamente rumoroso.

E adesso che faccio?
Il mio piano era semplicemente quello di evitarlo e fare finta di niente.
D'altronde, una persona così impegnata non ascolta mai i messaggi in segreteria, giusto?

Ma quando mi fissa un incontro a quattr'occhi della durata esatta di 7 minuti e 32 secondi,
Una cosa è certa:
Lui.
Ha.
Sentito.
Tutto.

Qu'y a-t-il de plus embarrassant qu'un appel de poche ?
Appeler son patron par accident...
Et lui laisser un message vocal indécent pendant qu'on est, euh... en train de « penser » à lui.

Être l'assistante personnelle de Ruslan Oryolov est un véritable enfer.
Après une longue journée à satisfaire les moindres caprices du milliardaire, j'ai grand besoin de relâcher la pression.
Alors, en rentrant chez moi ce soir-là, c'est exactement ce que je fais.

Le problème, c'est que mes pensées restent obnubilées par ce connard de patron qui me gâche l'existence.
Ce n'est pas un drame — car parmi les nombreux péchés de Ruslan, être divinement beau est sans doute le plus dangereux.
Ce soir, fantasmer sur lui est exactement ce qu'il me faut pour atteindre l'extase.

Mais quand je baisse les yeux vers mon téléphone, coincé contre moi,
C'est là, sous mes yeux.
Un message vocal de 7 minutes et 32 secondes...
Envoyé à Ruslan Oryolov.

Prise de panique, je balance mon téléphone à l'autre bout de la pièce.
Mais impossible de réparer les dégâts causés par mon orgasme particulièrement sonore.

Alors, que faire ?
Mon plan consistait simplement à l'éviter et à faire comme si de rien n'était.
Après tout, un homme aussi occupé n'écoute jamais sa messagerie vocale, pas vrai ?

Sauf que, lorsqu'il m'envoie une invitation pour un entretien en tête-à-tête d'une durée d'exactement 7 minutes et 32 secondes,
Une chose est sûre :
Il.
A tout.
Entendu.

¿Qué es más vergonzoso que una llamada accidental desde el bolsillo?
Llamar por accidente a tu jefe...
Y dejarle un mensaje de voz subido de tono cuando estás, eh... «pensando» en él.

Trabajar como la asistente personal de Ruslan Oryolov es un trabajo infernal.
Después de un largo día satisfaciendo cada capricho del multimillonario, necesito liberar estrés.
Así que, cuando llego a casa esa noche, eso es exactamente lo que hago.

El problema es que mis pensamientos siguen estancados en el imbécil de mi jefe que me está arruinando la vida.
No pasa nada; porque de todos los muchos pecados de Ruslan, ser guapísimo podría ser el más peligroso.
Esta noche, fantasear con él es justo lo que necesito para llevarme al límite.

Pero cuando bajo la mirada hacia mi teléfono, aplastado a mi lado,
Ahí está.
Un mensaje de voz de 7 minutos y 32 segundos...
Enviado a Ruslan Oryolov.

Entro en pánico y lanzo mi teléfono al otro lado de la habitación.
Pero no hay forma de deshacer el daño causado por mi muy sonoro orgasmo.

Entonces, ¿qué puedo hacer?
Mi plan era simplemente evitarlo y actuar como si nunca hubiera pasado.
Además, nadie tan ocupado revisa sus mensajes de voz, ¿verdad?

Pero cuando programa una reunión a solas conmigo de exactamente 7 minutos y 32 segundos,
Una cosa es segura:
Lo.
Escuchó.
Todo.

O que é mais constrangedor do que ligar para alguém sem querer do bolso?
Ligar sem querer para o seu chefe...
E deixar uma mensagem de voz safada quando você está, hã... "pensando" nele.

Trabalhar como assistente pessoal de Ruslan Oryolov é o emprego do inferno.
Depois de um longo dia satisfazendo todos os caprichos do bilionário, eu preciso aliviar o estresse.
Então, quando chego em casa naquela noite, é exatamente isso que eu faço.

O problema é que meus pensamentos ainda estão presos no chefe babaca que está arruinando a minha vida.
Tudo bem — porque, de todos os muitos pecados de Ruslan, ser lindo talvez seja o mais perigoso.
Esta noite, fantasias com ele são exatamente o que eu preciso para me fazer chegar lá.

Mas quando olho para o meu celular esmagado ao meu lado,
Lá está.
Uma mensagem de voz de 7 minutos e 32 segundos...
Enviada para Ruslan Oryolov.

Eu entro em pânico e arremesso meu celular para o outro lado do quarto.
Mas não há como desfazer o estrago causado pelo meu orgasmo escandaloso.

Então, o que eu posso fazer?
Meu plano era simplesmente evitá-lo e agir como se nada tivesse acontecido.
Além disso, ninguém tão ocupado assim ouve as mensagens de voz, certo?

Mas quando ele marca uma reunião a sós comigo de exatamente 7 minutos e 32 segundos,
Uma coisa é certa:
Ele.
Ouviu.
Tudo.

Sahabat gue ngirimin pria asing yang super ganteng itu pesan suara...

Isinya gue bilang gue pengin manjat dia kayak manjat pohon.

Dan dia barusan. Bales. Chat.

Salah anjingnya, sih, sebenernya.

Kalau aja anjing gede yang gue ajak jalan ini—seekor anjing raksasa yang sama sekali belum terlatih—punya sopan santun sedikit, gue nggak bakal berakhir begini:

Tali anjing gue melilit tubuh pria paling mematikan yang pernah gue lihat seumur hidup.

Untungnya, dia santai banget menanggapinya.

(Meski leluconnya, “Anjing itu biasanya mirip pemiliknya,” rasanya nyelekit pas Rufus malah mulai menggesek-gesekkan badan ke kakinya.)

Dia ninggalin gue kartu nama dan senyum yang bikin lutut gue seolah mau ambruk.

Gue masih nggak percaya sama apa yang baru kejadian ketika gue dan sahabat gue lanjut jalan lagi.

“Kayaknya ada yang naksir dikit,” tuduhnya, nada suaranya penuh kemenangan.

Karena gugup dan otak gue masih nge-lag, gue nyeletuk, “Gue bakal ngunci pinggang dia pake kaki gue lebih kenceng dari tali itu.”

NAH, di situlah dia nunjukin kalau ternyata dia merekam jawaban gue.

NAH, di situlah dia nyengir paling setan yang pernah gue lihat dan bilang, “Sama-sama, ya.”

Dan NAH, di situlah dia nyodorin ponsel gue dan ngasih tahu...

Dia ngirim rekamannya ke pria itu.

Jantung gue naik sampai kerongkongan saat tiga titik kecil itu muncul di layar...

Lalu masuk satu pesan.

“BUKTIIN.”