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There was something about Nikolai that made it impossible for her to refuse him even though she hadn't had a chance to tell Anna that she was leaving. Someone would tell her, 'Milla was sure -- if she ever broke away from Sergei long enough to notice.

The ride to Oakland wasn't a long one, and the cool crisp air blew through her hair made her feel free and daring in a way that she'd never felt before. Perhaps it was that something exotic and dangerous about Nikolai -- the way his eyes looked right into her very soul. Tempted her. Undressed her. Made love to her. Liudmilla was glad that her hair was whipping around her face to hide the flush that had once again risen there.

His home was remarkable. From outside, she'd imagined that there'd be an unmade bed and perhaps a shadeless lamp or two, the light glaring in the starkness of the apartment. Maybe even a rickety table and a chair. Liudmilla expected no more than that -- the lushness of what she saw as they entered took her breath away and heightened the allure of this mysterious man she found herself attracted to.

Instructing her to sit on the couch while he got their drinks, once again Liudmilla never questioned and sat there until his return. Nikolai. She mouthed his name silently as she waited, glancing up nervously when he sat down. She wanted to smile. Afraid it would look like a grimace, she lowered her eyes instead.

When his arm went around her, his fingers weaving themselves through her windblown curls, Liudmilla tensed, every nerve so taut that she feared they would snap like a string of firecrackers on the fourth of July. Timidly she looked up into his eyes as he moved his face directly in front of hers.

'Milla found that she was holding her breath in anticipation. Unable to bear the strain, she closed her eyes and tilted her mouth up to his. Will he kiss me? Every pore in her body willed it to be so, yet nothing happened. Nothing. It seemed like an eternity.

Embarrassed, Liudmilla began to open her eyes, just as Nikolai's mouth closed over her own. She felt herself melting. Drowning. And she didn't care.