I was becoming paranoid with these terms in the contract that bored me.

And then Ignatov and I had sex. Although what was happening between us at that moment could hardly be called sex. Rather, we made love. Oleg was, as ever, gentle and attentive.

His lips slid over my body, leaving a pleasant tingle, and I even managed to relax. There was no explosion of emotions, as, for example, only from one look of Golovin, but for the first time reflections of desire flashed through my body.

Oleg pressed me to the bed, and I felt the heat of his body. He asked me to look into his eyes,...