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He stayed where he was. As his dark gaze moved over her, she tightened her grip on the towel.
“I’m not used to interruptions,” he said quietly.
As if she didn’t already know that. “Did I ask you to come here? All I wanted waspermission.” She drew out the filthy word. “To go somewhere else. You gave your answer, so I shall,of course”—she fluttered her eyelashes—“comply like the good wife I am.”
She was pleased by his scowl. He didn’t know what to make of her. Good. That made them even. She walked to her suitcase and rummaged through the clothes she hadn’t bothered to fold, but had tossed in willy-nilly. She was rather pleased with the fashion choices she made on a couple of hours of sleep, but she definitely had to go shopping. After two minutes of weighted silence, she looked at him.
“I thought you had an important meeting,” she said pointedly.
“I do.”
“What do you think I’m going to do? It’s not like I can leave when I don’t have the elevator code for any building we’re in. Since when is that a thing, anyway?”
“It’s something I implemented after you walked out. Other buildings like 432 Park Avenue have followed suit, which is why I chose it.”
She stared at him. “You added that security feature to this building because of me?”
“You and the errant children who try to leave while their nannies nap. The parents thought it was a great idea.” He shrugged. “So do those who don’t want to be bothered.”
She muttered a few Greek swear words she picked up from Thea.
“It didn’t occur to me that you would have an adverse reaction to this residence.”
She gripped a heel and resisted the urge to clobber him with it. Maybe he really was a sociopath. That was the only reason he wouldn’t think twice about bringing her back to the place where she walked out on him.
“You’re right. There’s no reason for me to be upset. Nothing happened here,” she said flippantly as she continued to sift clothes from side to side in her suitcase. She froze when he started toward her. His features gave her no clue what he was thinking, but whatever he intended, she wanted no part of.
She pointed at the door. “Leave.”
He ignored that. As he drew near, she noticed beaded rain drops on the coat he hadn’t bothered to take off when he arrived.
“Stay back!”
He kept coming at her. She retreated and found herself trapped on the far side of the bed with nowhere to run. As she prepared to leap on the mattress, he grabbed hold of her towel.
She smacked his hand. “I thought your meeting was important.”
“It is,” he said as he wound his hand in the material, slowly wrenching it from her grasp. “But I have other assets to see to as well.”
Her head jerked, making her towel turban tip precariously. “I’m a fucking asset?”
“A volatile asset that needs more attention than I anticipated.”
“Attention?I don’t want your fucking attention! I wish I never laid eyes on you! I wish you’d drop—”
He ripped the towel from her body with such force that the edge of it snapped against her thigh. She yelped and then let out an outraged bellow when he shoved her. She landed flat on her back with enough momentum to bounce like her suitcase. Before she could roll away, he moved in, parting her legs to plant a knee on the edge of the bed. He put a hand on her chest to keep her in place and loomed over her, fully dressed, while she was completely bare.
“This is my residence when I’m in London. It’s private, convenient, and safe. We’ll visit London often and this is where I prefer to be.”
She waited for more before she realized that was the end of his speech. “That’syour apology?”
His eyes narrowed. “It’s an explanation.”
Of course, he wouldn’t apologize. In his mind, he didn’t have anything to apologize for. She waved her hand. “Fine. You gave your explanation. Bye.”
He stayed where he was, his eyes trained on hers. “We’ll make new memories here.”
“Like this one?” she asked sarcastically, and knew she fucked up when his gaze detached from hers and skated over her body.
