Charter 2

She put her hand on the glass. Moving slowly, window ocd to the window, she could see the reflection of her steel-gray, calm eyes. She began to look for a hinge or a hook in every corner, something that would suggest that it could be entered here. After penetrating the entire wall, she retreated and watched her face furrowed to the terrace. There had to be a way to get inside. She suddenly felt an irrational desire to kick the windowpane, but she would never let it happen, she would lose her temper. That's why the brides all begged her to plan their dream Sicilian weddings. She did not think frantically. It was worth a visit, but now it is stuck at the height of the second world floor. She rested her hands on the stone balustrade and looked down; she did not feel so brave any more. Signorina, is there any particular reason why you are sneaking around in the dark? a deep, sensual voice came from behind her. Dara turned and saw in amazement that one of the windows had disappeared and that now there was a man in front of her. It was too late to reach the ladder and try to escape. She wondered feverishly how to explain and avoid arrest. - I am looking for an explanation - he added. To realize that it is someone more important to protect someone better. Go to hell. His face was hiding in the shadows, but Dara was probably the most likely to be carefree, she laughed - Well, someone finally came to help me. She singh theatrically. - Wind on the glass for twenty minutes, trying to get inside. - You could not find the door? A mocking tone suggested he did not believe her. His perfect English surprised her, but I wanted to take a breath of fresh air and someone

- So you decided to climb in this entertaining statement. You're always climbing the building? - It was not a question, it was rather full in high heels? Venetian glass. He pointed over his shoulder. As a goon, watch as you try to get inside. Dara wanted to say something, but she changed her mind, she smiled.

- Funny I just waited for you to get angry. It was great that it seemed funny to him, and she supposed that he would be dragged out of here for the collar of a white collar blouse and perhaps accused of entering the private area.

-I realize how it looks ...

-How about? Because it looks as if you were trying to invade my private floor in a very naughty secretary's classic outfit

- What? I'm not rude ...

The man came into the circle of light, revealing the face she had seen many times in tabloids. Dara felt it freeze, realizing who she had tried to lie to.

-Oh God, it's you.

-If you mean the owner of the building she tried to break into, yes, that's right. Cynical flashed in his eyes. - I suppose you want to come inside now? And explain the reasons for this misunderstanding?

He waited with his arms crossed on his chest. Apparently, he thought she had resorted to a trick to lure him here. She read magazines; women scattered on Lea Valente, wherever he appeared. And it was not just about his wealth. There were words like "tasty" and "sinful". It always made her laugh, but now, standing next to him, she began to understand this madness. He was not her type, but even she had to admit, it makes an impression.

- Well, I like it when you devour your eyes, but I do not have it all night Dara felt her heart make a salto.

- I did not devour you, "she explained quickly. - Only ... I thought