About the book: 2024 / - Forgive me... forgive me... - such welcome warm and tender lips leave my neck. “I allowed myself too much... We shouldn’t have... It’s my fault.” Still pressing me with him, he pulls away and holds his body weight on the bed with his palm, burning his face with intermittent breathing. All I can do now is swallow nervously and agree, dumbfounded. “Yes.” … You are right. It wasn’t worth it,” I close my arms crosswise. “You are a very beautiful woman... and now I really want you, but we will both regret it if we cross the line.” You shouldn’t mix your personal life with your work…I know it myself! - I want to bark at his correctness. Goat! Why do I only come across assholes?! Vadim, he seemed normal! Polite, self-possessed, I’ve never heard him raise his voice or get angry. Always calm, with a penetrating gaze, sporty, handsome... No, even handsome... Brown-haired with brown eyes, a neat haircut, and an elastic ass visible under medical trousers. - And let’s not talk pompous nonsense! — I sit down freaking out. - I just wanted to have sex! To fuck with you! Is it clear?! Why, you ask, I spent an hour on styling, and two days ago I spent almost a whole day off on a fucking airtach, if on the way out, the guy I wanted to have sex with doesn’t want it! He doesn’t want to interfere with personal matters with work! Moralist, damn found it!