"I know," Lyudmila interjected smoothly—if anyone held that knowledge, it was certainly her. But that was as far as she’d let on.
Catching the spark of intrigue in his gaze, she let out a low laugh. “Hold your horses, cowboy.” Barely a day into the weekend, and it was already turning into something far beyond what she’d expected. “Let’s just say I don’t mind breaking a few rules here and there—but I’m not nearly drunk or stupid enough to play with the devil.”
The man let out a soft chuckle. "You know." That she did.
"That depends on who or what you consider to be the devil." Étienne circled his drink as he kept his eyes on the woman. Yes, she knew what it was, but then her social standing was different. Maybe for one night, he could ignore the voice in his head.
"I'm intrigued though, that are those rules you've broken before."


















