Shame came first, a hot wave of it flooding through her. She’d been – God, she’d been aroused. Still was. Had wanted to push her fingers through his hair and slide into his lap and… She cut the fantasy off with a forceful mental shove. This man – this monster – had slaughtered thousands. His own people. She’d watched him cut a man’s head off just days ago. How could she want him? What kind of monster did that make her?
But then came the relief. It was only instinct. She couldn’t help it. And clearly, he didn’t feel the way she did, had only been toying with her…
She took a deep breath and drew herself upright. “Sir, what’s our plan of attack? What’s our objective?”
He lifted his head then, and she thought he looked approving. “I’m going to lead an expedition into Romania to retrieve my uncle. I could use someone with modern warfare experiences to help me work out the particulars.”
Another deep breath. Just instinct. She was a soldier; things were different – she was different – but there was a war on, one in which she was needed. She could do this.
“Will you feel well enough to be a part of my team?” he asked.
She snapped a salute. “Yes, sir.”
