O

he laughs, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Like your brain sho

t of her hand and take off striding down Michigan Avenue like I'm being chased by my bad decisions. "The

m her eyes. "I didn't want to in

ing tape on sexual harassment." I glare at Rufus, who's tr

l his business card bu

iked

I cough out a laugh. "He was being civil, which is a mi

about it, but he gave you his card because..." She waits for me to finish the thought, but does

lip. "I don't k

me his

card from my pocket. The moment it lea

tock and gold embossing. "Ooh, fancy." Then she reads the

What's

rn to us, sudden

v! As in the Sa

the name? Is he an actor or some

"Named Chicago's hottest young entrepreneur three years in a row. Self-made millionaire by the time he was twenty-seven. He owns, like, a gazi

ually famous. You just want to cast him as

a bad boy." She

g words. Technically, he'd been speaking to Rufus,

have al

date sales guys and

"But I'm guessing Mr. Big Bad Litvinov will have a lot more to o

calling h

leave a mark. "Why the hell not?

walk." But even I can hear how weak

ess meetings end with discu

the nearest sewer and

g about it was remotely professional.

siness together!" The words come out shriller than intended. "I was just

lays across her lips. "He's clearly the kind of man who outsources his household

's back and ride him home? "I..

ng at all, were you

you want

th would

ng about business at all. All I was thinking was that I wish I

dogs and a few innocent joggers. I can't help but join in. Especially when

st professional fifteen minutes of my life. So, let's get ourselves back in the game and return these pooch

d that Hope conveniently neglected to return to me. She's probably planning to call him he

client's greystone mansion-the kind of place that makes my apartment l

ly not going

unlock the front door. Rufus rushes inside,

, Hope? Nothing c

uld you

ou know if y

t belongs in Architectural Digest. "Samuil and I exist

l Rufus's porcelain water bowl. "You're not really going to let your delus

bout it for a moment

ying of thirst. Water splashes my feet as I stroke his war

you could find

the back: He's way out of my league. I'm

u." Hope's eyes focus in on my crotch, because subtlety has n

that open to the rooftop garden. I unlatch the lock to let him

at, the public sex comment was probably why he gave me his card. I basically had a fl

s sprawling across half the floor, bursting with flowers

Samuil's world. Glass