Chapter Five
Sergei stormed into his quarters, furious at himself and Valentina. Always. He always lost control with her. He could launch an entire attack against a facility, putting hundreds of his people’s lives in jeopardy, and not lose a shred of his ironclad control. However, one look into her blue eyes or even a hint of her devilish smile, and all sense of his composure was gone. No other woman had ever managed to affect him this way.
With a muttered curse, he grabbed an unopened bottle of vodka and a jar of pickled vegetables and slumped down in the chair. Pouring a healthy dose into the glass, he tossed it back and immediately poured another. He downed that one and started on his third when the door chimed.
Sergei scowled at the door but hit the button to open it. At the sight o
