Invite me in.
Three simple words, and yet there was something about the way Sergei Grachyov spoke that made my insides clench.
And those eyes—-
God, those dark, dark eyes that made me think offuck, fuck, fuck—-
I quickly slapped my cheeks, privately appalled at the direction of my thoughts.
“Anything wrong?”
Ignoring the gleam of knowing amusement in his eyes, I put my hands down right away, mumbling, “N-nothing.”He was totally laughing at me, the jerk. Frustration had me falling back on an old habit, and I kicked the door shut behind me unthinkingly.
Sergei’s eyes gleamed brighter.
Shit.My cheeks heated up as I realized I had practically thrown a tantrum in front of him.
“You’re sure everything’s fine?” His voice was oh-so-polite, but the way he was looking at me told me he was laughing at me.
I lifted my chin. “Totally fine.”
And it was.
I didn’t care what he thought of me anyway.
I didn’t!
As I tried to convince myself of this, I managed to smile brightly at Sergei, asking, “So...do you want, uh, anything to drink?”
“Coffee would be nice.”
I nearly gawked at him while blurting out,Really?I was a caffeine junkie myself, and depending on my mood, I’d have either tea or coffee even at night. That I actually had something like that in common with Sergei Grachyov made me feel so, so—-
Giddy.
The realization made me blink.
Giddy?
I wanted to kill myself over it. I was 29 years old, for heaven’s sake. I had no right to be giddy like a high school girl. Clearing my throat, I muttered warningly, “I only have instant.”
“That’s more than fine with me.”
“Oh. Okay.”Shit.I had hoped he’d prove himself a snob and turn my offer down.
I took a step forward, but he remained where he was, blocking my path. “Umm...excuse me?” When he still didn’t move, I looked up—-
SHIT.
That lookwas back in his eyes again.
That I-want-to-fuck-youlook.
“I’m sure we can fit,” he murmured lazily.
Yes, we would...but only if I allowed our bodies to touch.
And he knew that.