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came again, I got up, went over to the door and opened it just a little. With his hands in his pockets, Alex was standing at the door giving me a black look. I was pretty sure this guy had never laughed in his life.
    “What?” I snapped.
    “You OK?”
    “Hmm ... let me see. Would you be OK with some assassin roaming around your apartment?”
    “I'm not an assassin, Princess.”.
    “Yeah, right. Just like I’m a prima ballerina,” I shouted before closing the door in his face and going back to bed.
     
    After two hours spent lolling on the bed and gazing into space, I realized that nothing could be gained from hiding away in my room. Careful not to make too much noise, I left my bed and opened the door slightly, scanning the area beyond. Very relieved to find no one outside, moving on tiptoes I went to the kitchen and started preparing coffee.
    “So you crawled out of the hole at last.” a voice came from behind me, making me jump.
    “Jeez…” I took a sharp intake of breath and brought my hand up to my chest, where my heart was already pounding, “Don’t sneak around behind my back like that. I almost had a heart attack”.
    I turned around slowly and was met by Alex’s cold gray eyes as he studied me closely. He was leaning against the doorframe dressed in a pair of dark sweat pants with the waist hung low on his hips, and a simple black t-shirt with short sleeves. It was evident that he’d just come out of the shower, because his hair was damp and tousled, a few strands falling across his eyes, making him look a lot less threatening. Maybe even docile. This despite those dreadful tattoos covering his hands almost completely. I didn’t allow myself to be taken in by this new impression of him, of course. This guy was capable of being anything but docile.
    “Coffee?” I offered, trying to sound like it didn’t matter to me one way or the other.
    Without taking his eyes off me, he nodded and sat down at the kitchen table. Pretending not to mind his stare, I took two large mugs from the cupboard and poured the coffee, which was about ready. I didn’t like the idea of being alone with him, but it wasn’t going to be possible to avoid him forever, so I thought I’d better try to get used to it soon.
    “Listen...” he said in a commanding tone, “I know you don’t like this situation, but trust me, I'm not thrilled by the idea of playing fucking nanny to a spoiled kid either.”
    “Spoiled ?... You listen up...”
    “Shush! No need to act like a victim. Nikolai warned me about your tantrums and your tendency to act all immature. Just to let you know, that shit doesn’t wash with me, so don’t even think of getting ready for another outburst. I came here to do my job and I plan to do it right. Is that clear?”
    My hands balled up into fists and I felt the kind of ‘tantrum’ he’d been talking about start to take hold. What gave him the right to talk to me like that? I felt an overwhelming urge to toss the contents of my mug right in his self-satisfied face, but I held back, feeling I’d done enough to tempt fate for one day.
    Obviously intrigued by the absence of any reaction on my part, Alex leaned back in his chair and raised one eyebrow questioningly. I forced myself to hold his stare, even though it seemed he could probably read me like a book while I, on the other hand, could learn nothing from his inscrutable face. He probably practiced that face every morning in the mirror.
    “Now that we’ve cleared that up, I'll introd uce you to some new house rules and you have to respect them. First and foremost, I don’t care whether you’re going to the store, to see your gynecologist or you have a date - you don’t leave the apartment without me. If it occurs to you to sneak out for a rendezvous, think again.”
    He paused briefly, as if leaving time for this to sink in. I was truly amazed that the annoying barbarian possessed the ability to form meaningful and complex sentences.
    “Second,