Chapter Eight

Y A N A

I’m floored. Not only that, I think I just sank all the way to Satan’s armpits in hell because of what Mikhail said.

However, he just looks at me pleasantly as though this is a perfectly sane conversation between two sane adults. “Of course, this will be completely--”

“Aren’t you a billionaire?” I blurt out. When he looks mildly offended about my interruption, I lean close to him and say slowly, “You are a billionaire bachelor.”

“And what does have to do with anything, Miss Allard?”

I shake my head. How come a rich businessman like him can’t understand basic logic? “What I meant, sir Mikhail is that you are rich and successful, and attractive. . . .”

I trail off when I see the smirk on his face. “So you think I’m attractive?”

“That’s not the point!” I wave him off. “The point here is, you’re basically the perfect bachelor. Hell, don’t you have a whole groupie of models worshiping the ground you walk on?”

His smirk only gets wider. “So you know things about me?”

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