Ivan laughs at me then, at my speechlessness, and I can’t help myself – I laugh too, putting my head in my hands.
“Yes,” I say, blushing terribly. “I have heard of you. And I have to say, it has not all been good things.”
“Oh, come on,” he says, still laughing a little. “It can’t have been all bad.”
I peek out from between my fingers and raise an eyebrow at him letting him know that, yeah. It’s all been bad.
“What,” he says, joking, “nobody told you about my striking good looks or my debonaire sense of style when they were telling you about my success in the drug trade?”
I shake my head slowly, finding myself laughing again. I can’t help it – he’s terribly charming.
“Well,” he says, giving me a sexy little half-smile. “Now you know.”
Ivan catches the eye of a waiter and holds up
