What on earth... is this...

In the first light of dawn, Tasha opened her eyes halfway and lay there in a daze.

Last night's great upheaval...

Her face went hot.

She'd smelled a real Russian man on this Korean named Jang Tae-san.

Life in the organization was rough, and the stress had been quietly building up in Tasha.

For the first time in years, she'd really held a man.

The Amur tiger of a man had given Tasha a proper going-over.

He'd bitten and clawed so roughly that she couldn't think straight.

For the first time in her life, Tasha had surrendered to the strong violence of a tyrant.

She clearly remembered screaming, and then passing out at some point.

Am I out of my mind?

There was no way a few drinks had gotten her drunk.

No one ever came to an FSB safe house, but that was no excuse.

Looking after the guest was entirely Tasha's job, but that didn't include his bed.

She liked Jang Tae-san a lot.

Still, Tasha wasn't the kind of woman who spent the night with a man she barely knew.

Blaming it on the comfort of home and the vodka would make all her years of mental training a waste.

They'd been drinking, their eyes had met, and then...

It was like the scent of acacia...

After she caught a whiff of some kind of fragrance, she hadn't been able to think straight.

Desire had suddenly surged up, and she'd seduced Jang Tae-san.

Her right hand slid across the sheets.

At that moment, she felt warm skin.

Tasha squeezed her eyes shut.

A night with no excuse.

If her superiors found out, it could be a problem.

Protection and surveillance—that was her current assignment.

Tasha... I knew you'd been starving lately.

The shock of last night was still in her whole body.

Every muscle ached as if she'd been through brutal combat training.

But at the same time, she felt refreshed.

Blushing, Tasha slipped quietly out from under the blanket.

Small bruises caught her eye.

Evidence of how wild last night had…