“Can’t you see, Andrei?” she half-pleaded, hating herself for sounding desperate, hating the tears that burned in her eyes with the sudden desire she had to be theirs. “I want all of that. But I want it for me. As mine. Not as a woman who works in your house; which, to be fair, wouldn’t change if we were… together like that, you know? But, the way you treat me… I crave more. Can you blame me?”
