What’s the most embarrassing thing you can do at the airport?
Try accidentally stealing a sinfully gorgeous stranger’s bag at the carousel.
A stranger who also happens to be a dangerous bratva boss.

It doesn’t take him long to track me down.
And from the knowing smile on his face when I open the door…
I know he saw everything I packed for my best friend’s bachelorette party.

From the dresses to the heels to the scandalously tiny swim suit.

I thought that was the end of our little mix-up.
Until I learned that he bought me a table at the club.
With one expensive bottle of champagne after another.
And a very personalized note addressed to me.

What am I supposed to do?
Not say thank you?
Not take up his offer of an unforgettable night?

I wish I can say that this is where my story with Konstantin Siderov ends.
But that’s before I cross paths with him for a third time…

This time, he’s no longer promising me an unforgettable night.
This time, he tells me what I’m going to do next:

Leave with him.
Get on his plane.
Be his wife.