Dad’s Russian Friend by Lena Little

Before I was offered shelter, everything was how it should be. I was emotionless, a rock.
In the rare instance I did feel something I could turn those feelings off like a faucet. Yet any ‘feelings’ I had before were never directed at a woman.
Never.
Not until her.
She is the ultimate forbidden fruit, the daughter of the man who’s offered me his own home. And that doesn’t even take into account she’s more than two decades younger than me.
In Russia, it wouldn’t be a big deal at all. But this isn’t Russia. Not even close.
But once I see something I want, and do I ever want her more than anything in the world, it’s only a matter of time before it, before she, is mine.
And she will be.
Before I was her dad’s Russian friend, now I will be her man.