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– What?” He notices my gaze and absently runs his palm across his perfectly shaved chin. – Just the way you like it, Margot.

I guess I’m one of the few women in the world who gets annoyed by stubble. A man should be brutal in his actions – in the office, giving orders to his subordinates, or storming a mountain peak, or saving someone’s life, or anything else that shows his strength, self-confidence, responsibility… so many things. And the per diem “prickles” sticking out on his cheeks show nothing but that the man hasn’t shaved in twenty-four hours.

– You look great, – I told him the truth, realizing too late that I had opened Pandora’s Box.

– Well, if I’m so good, maybe you can stop running to me on secret dates and finally introduce me to the sisters?

The thought of officially showing up on the arm of a lunatic almost ten years younger than me instantly dispels the spell of his unreal beauty.

– I’m sorry, Sh’Irene, but you’re too good-looking for a cynical and perfectly ordinary old woman.