9

Eliza

I

answer the door with drool on the side of my face and crust in my eyes, praying that it’s the mailman and not Lev. He fucked me so good last night that I slept for a solid

twelve hours. Even the sun in my eyes and the sound of the city couldn’t wake me.

I want to shoot myself when I open the door to find Lev standing there looking like a goddamn Rock ‘n’ Roll magazine model, a dozen red roses in his hands and a smile on his handsome face.

Of all the days I picked to sleep in, it had to be the one where the man of my dreams showed up on my doorstep with flowers. I didn’t even think to expect something like this because I’ve never had a man bring my flowers.

Not once!

Lev smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling like he doesn’t even realize how much of a mess I am. He holds the roses out to me. “I have some good news. But first, flowers for you.”

“Thank you,” I manage to say, taking the flowers and backing away so that he can come in.

As he slides through the door, I hurry th