Chapter 22 He Is Furious

• My heart was pounding in my chest from the man's words, and my cheeks were flushed. I looked at Boris and felt a strange longing, excitement, and a terrifying, overwhelming desire inside me. I wanted him to touch me. Even just for a moment. The tips of my fingers trembled with impatience and desire, which unexpectedly engulfed me like an avalanche.
• "Are you okay, Zoya?" Boris asked with a smile, and I tried to force out a couple of words, but it came out sounding like bleating sheep in a herd. The same sounds fell from my lips, but they did not form coherent speech. It seems I now understand how the brain of foolish lovers softens. In love? Me? No, of course not, what nonsense is swirling in my head! I just find this attractive man likable, and that's all. A man's hand touched mine, and hundreds of microscopic needles pierced my skin. Everything quickly ended, and I looked at the business card in my hand. "If anything happens, Zoya, you can call me. Take care."
• I nodded and watched the man walk away. My eyes fell back on the piece of plastic in my hand, and I read the lines: