There he was…Sergey Volkova. He looked the same as the day she had left Russia and that was before the Skype chat, but it was nothing compared to seeing him in person. There was slight stubble on his chin and he only looked a little older. His vivid green eyes…they still had that mischievous glint in them…that lustful glare as he stared at her with a hungry look. He licked his lips before opening his mouth to speak again, but she spoke first.

"What are you doing here, Sergey?" Macy said in a flat, yet curious tone. She knew she was angry and she wanted to hit him, but something in her couldn't bring her to it. She didn't know whether it was her mind sorting out all the emotions that flooded her or the possibility that she was actually happy to see him.

"Three years later, and you are still as beautiful as I remembered." Sergey said in a seductive tone as his eyes raked over her form slowly as if he was imagining her naked. He licked his lips again and she felt sick to her stomach.

"What the hell are you doing here, Sergey?" she asked again with a hint of more anger in her tone and he let out a sexy chuckle.

"I am in the United States for business. I know what you are thinking, but I assure you this is mere coincidence that we happen to be staying in the same hotel."

"Really?" Macy said in a skeptical tone. "It just happens that out of the millions of hotels in New York City, you choose to stay in this one."

"You still think I am a villain, don't you?" he asked and she almost slapped him, but there were too many people around. Of course, she thought he was a villain. A sick, twisted villain that wanted her virginity and got it through seduction and intimidation.

"What do you think?" she simply said before walking off hearing that stupid chuckle from him. She went through the lounge and was about to go to the elevators, when she felt him grab her hand and turn her around to face him. "What the hell?" she said as she stared at him. He held up the bottle of champagne she left behind.

"You left your gift and I think you would want it. It would be rude if you rejected such a gracious token of congratulations. I should not tell you this, but I was in the lobby and I overheard the conversation between you and Nick. It is your birthday, yes?"

"Yes, it's my birthday." she said as she rolled her eyes. "Wait, were you spying on me?"

"That…I am guilty of. But, I was standing there and…Well, I saw you leaving the lobby yesterday when I was checking in, and I was not sure that it was you. I saw you again today and now I know it is you, and you look amazing, Macy."

"Sergey…just stay away from me…" Macy begged him as she accepted the bottle of champagne. "Nick and I are happy…"

"I see how happy you are." he said with a smirk and she knew he was going to bring up the fact that she was alone on her birthday. "Is that why he left you alone tonight?"

"You don't know him, Sergey. He left to do a very important charity event and it's more important than my stupid birthday."

"Macy, I know you love him, but be honest with me and yourself…you are angry that he left you. Just admit to that. I do charity events in Russia and all over Europe and I would never leave you on your birthday if it were me."

"Why do you talk as if you love me? You don't love me…you never loved me. All you wanted was to take my virginity. I hope you know, you didn't ruined my life. Nick loves me."

"There is no doubt that he does. Despite what you think of me, Macy, I do care about you. I could not stop thinking about you for a year. There was even regret that I left you. However, I do not regret that night. I know the both of us wanted that night to happened. I know there is a part of you that wants to repeat that night no matter how much you tell me you don't."

"I don't." she said and he let out a chuckle. She knew what she was going to say would be a low blow, but she knew she had to say it. "I don't need you, Sergey. Just last night, Nick and I made love and it was incredible. I haven't thought about you not even a year after that chat on Skype. Nick is that good in bed."

"Really now? What if I were to kiss you now?" he said and she shook her head. "No? How about this, then?" he said as she walked closer to her with an intense look in his eyes.

"Sergey…" Macy said not realizing until that moment that she was backed up against the wall in a secluded section of the lounge with Sergey standing close to her. If he were to move an inch closer, his body would be pressed against hers. Keeping his same distance, he reached out and caressed her thigh moving his hand up until the bottom of her dress was above her hip. "Stop it" she warned him and only a slight chuckle and a dark, sexy smirk came across his face.

"I can feel the heat radiating from you." he whispered and her heart was beating. She felt like a criminal for wanting him. She couldn't understand why she wanted him when she desired Nick. There have been times when she became aroused in awkward moments just thinking about sex with Nick. But, with Sergey…it was different. One glance in her direction and she felt a combination of nausea and lust. This combination was enough to overpower any dirty thoughts she'd had about Nick.

"I will scream and tell them you're hurting me…" Macy said as she stared into his green eyes. He stared at her a moment with a challenging stare, but she stood her ground. She knew she had to because if she didn't, she would be unfaithful to Nick. As if she wasn't already unfaithful by allowing Sergey to touch her, she mused. Then, she began to think if she didn't react, if she did touch him, she wouldn't feel like she did anything wrong. Nick would be pissed at Sergey not her. "I will…" she said as she intensified her fierce glare.

"Macy…" he said with a smirk as he backed away and she let out a breath of relief. "I had turned into a nice guy, believe it or not. I almost married a woman a few months ago, but she cheated on me with an English man. Now, that I have seen you…I want to return to my old ways."

"What, the threatening and intimidation ways? I'm not the same naïve girl you met in Russia three years ago, Sergey. I can turn you down. Besides, you're in the United States. What power do you have here? None. So, thanks for the champagne. Nick and I are going to enjoy it." she said as she turned to walk away, but Sergey grabbed her arm.

"I am on the 30th floor, room H. I will be here for two weeks. I am a very patient man, Macy. You do remember that, right?" he said with a threatening edge to his voice, but she knew he wouldn't hurt her. Just Nick. "I know I will see you." he said as he caressed her face and she turned her face away. "I do hope you and Nick enjoy the champagne."

"Go to hell…" she said as she ripped her arm from his grasp and he chuckled as she pushed him. She ran towards the elevators and pressed the up button. She saw Sergey wink at her as the doors closed and she leaned against the back wall of the box after pressing the number for her floor.

When she arrived in her condo, she sat the champagne bottle on the counter and stared at it. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, she wanted vomit. How could Sergey affect her after three years? She closed her eyes seeing visions of that night she gave her virginity to him. When she opened her eyes, she looked toward the counter and stared at the champagne bottle.