“Pretty please, malyshka? Just one date is all I ask.” My pleas grew increasingly desperate, but I didn’t care.

Who would have thought that a cold-blooded man like me could be so captivated by this supermodel that I would beg on my knees for her?

I searched for any sign of acceptance in her eyes. “One date. That’s all.” My lips gently brushed her knuckles as I continued to hold her hand.