Dima
I stand in Ravil’s office, surveying computer equipment that I set up here, trying to figure out if I have what I need to start a full-scale investigation into Alex.
“Dima?”
Blyad’. I can’t get away from her.
I turn to find Natasha standing in the doorway. She’s still in that f*****g dress. The one that shows every single curve of her lithe body. It makes her look like a grown-up, someone I could do all the dirty things I frequently imagine doing to her.
“Get out.” I seriously cannot deal with her. I’m not ready. I need more information. I need to get behind a f*****g computer!
She doesn’t listen, though. She comes in, drifting ever closer, close enough for me to catch her ginger-peach scent. The one that seems to match the red glints in her coppery hair.
“I’m sick over what I
