Molokov heard those two words and froze, his arousal disappearing as rapidly as if he'd been doused with cold water. He had been conned. He had been expertly conned and he'd had absolutely no idea until this very moment.

He was filled with all-compassing rage but thanks to Helen's foresight he was cuffed and unable to wrap his hands around her throat.

His cheek stinging, he glared at her. So she knew Sergievsky - and had probably slept with him given his taste for women who were not his wife. This was trouble but he would find a way out.

Somehow.

"If you are angry at him, you should know there is a very long line. You are not the first whore he has fucked and left."