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Ruslan’s text lights up my phone. “Be naked when I get home. Tonight, I’m putting a baby in you.” My jaw drops. I read his message about a dozen times in a row before any of the words even begin to penetrate my head. It’s like I’m just now learning the English language again, and for my first piece of homework, I’ve been assigned the filthiest sentences that have ever been conceived. Also, the fact that I’m thinking about this in terms of “sentences being conceived” and “words penetrating my head” goes to show just how far gone I already am. I mean, even when I was signing Ruslan’s contract in his office earlier, I was toast. This whole deal is wrong on a frankly absurd number of levels. He’s my boss. He’s a criminal. He’s gorgeous and cruel and arrogant and so wealthy it hurts my brain to even think about it. And that’s all just the baggage that HE brings to the table. As for me—adoptive mother of three, broker than anyone’s ever been broke before, stuck living with my P.O.S. brother-in-law and slaving away just to keep a roof over all our heads—well, I’ve got suitcases aplenty, to drag the metaphor out a little further. But this is simple. This is clear-cut. Tonight, I’m going to go to my boss’s penthouse. I’m going to take off all my clothes and wait for him. And then, when he arrives… he’s going to change my life forever.