MisKaterina sat beside me on the couch and watched my face for an agonizingly long moment. Instinctively, I knew better than to look away from the dark eyes that searched my face for signs of resistance. I could already feel the tingling in my groin that guaranteed my cooperation with whatever MisKaterina had in mind. Without breaking her gaze, she pointed at her feet and snapped her fingers. I stared at the bare brown fe...