The ​Master (The Game Maker 2.) 5 csillagozás

“Sure. Say cállate la boca.”
He repeated the phrase. “What does that mean?”
“Shut up.”
“You’re teaching me how to tell you to shut up?”
“Por Dios, no. You must understand when I tell you that.”

Mi madre must be turning over in her grave right now.

(első mondat)

I see you, hear you, smell you, feel you. You should be haunted by men.

I didn’t shop. I committed retaliatory consumerism.

For now, remember: sex is like riding a bike.

You aren’t done with me yet?” He pinned my gaze with his own. With a surprisingly smooth accent, he told me, “Nunca voy a terminar contigo.” I’ll never be done with you.

The Russian had booked Ivanna, but she’d had a reaction to Botox (she was only thirty!). She’d thought she’d be okay by tonight, so she hadn’t called to cancel. A big no-no for escorts.

“Though our mother started Aleksandr on the path to becoming an honorable and respected man, it was Kovalev who guided him the rest of the way. Kovalev was a gentleman of the old order who believed in the code: respect those who earn it, assist those who need it, and protect to the death all you hold dear. In his lifetime, he did all of these things.”

284. oldal

Shaking with fury to match his own, I took off my string of pearls and threw it at Sevastyan. “You don’t want me more than you want your old ways. You aren’t ready to cast them aside for me. So I’ve got no time for you. I’m leaving, and this time you won’t stop me.”
In a bored tone, he said, “Enough with the theatrics. You won’t leave.”
“Oh, I won’t?” I nearly ripped my earlobes to get the earrings out. “You are always so wrong about me. Do you know why? Because you have never given me the benefit of the doubt. Not from the first minute I met you. You always expect the worst of me. ALWAYS.” I threw the earrings and almost flung my purse at him but somehow had the presence of mind to stop myself. I’d need what was left of that pin money to get a cab back to my apartment.
I would use the seven grand in my safe and get out of town, as I’d always planned. After my exam tomorrow, I’d take the first bus heading west. I’d put this man behind me—just as I had my husband. I reached for the door.
My leaving seemed to baffle him. “All you have to do is ask for your gifts. Hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth. No escort would walk away from that.”
As I exited the car, I said, “Watch me, cabrón.”
“Fucking ask me, Katya, and they’ll be yours.” Just like that first night, he kept talking, still engaging me. “Or is your pride going to get in the way?”
I glared at Vasili standing next to the car, then leaned down to tell Sevastyan, “You have no idea about my pride, Russian. It burns so bright, I hope it fucking blinds you.” I slammed the door and strode away. With each step my shoulders went back, my chin up.
Going forward? Rule number seven would be never to fall in love.

342. oldal

To the crowd, Máxim called, „Vyp'em za lyubov'! Let's drink to love.” This time he raised his glass only to me.
[…] My glass shook on the way to my lips.
He sat down nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just made a roomful of people claw out their hearts in tribute to him. Myself included. „How did I do?”
His speech left me speechless.
He curled his fingers, buffing his nails. „I know, baby girl, I'm that good.”