“Is it?”
I couldn’t tell if he was amused or annoyed. Couldn’t tell if he didn’t know who this was, or if he was playing stupid. Did he get so many random pictures of naked women he couldn’t tell them apart? Anger sparked in my chest.
“Stop sleeping with her,” I said coldly.
Now his darkness was the amused variety.
My grip tightened on the phone. “It’s wrong.”
He lifted a shoulder. “Tit for tat.”
I paused. “You don’t have a girlfriend.” You have a fiancée . . . though that usually didn’t mean much to a man in this life.
“Did.”
Oh.
A strange discomfort curled in my chest.
I blinked, trying to sort this out. “You guys are sleeping with each other’s girlfriends to, what? Get back at each other?”
Not a word from him, and his gaze told me there wouldn’t be one.
“He loves her, Nicolas, whether he knows it or not.”
His expression turned to ice. “You’re a champion for love, are you? Personal experience, maybe?”
What?
My eyes narrowed. I didn’t know what he meant, but I was too angry to care. “You’re marrying his sister, so it’s not fair anymore.” I had no idea what I was saying, but I wasn’t taking his side.
His laugh was dark.
He didn’t like me taking sides. Did he think I’d pick his?
A sudden thought, a need to know, came to me, and it escaped my lips before I could stop it. “Are you going to be faithful to Adriana?” My heart thumped to an awkward beat. That was the most invasive thing I’d ever asked anyone, and it left a foreign and regretful aftertaste on my tongue.
His gaze leveled on mine, not liking my question either, but he kept his words deep and smooth. “Does she expect me to be?”
Of course she didn’t.
Not one woman expected that in this world—not when work for a man was considered going to a strip club. Not when money and power corrupted. And not when women like Jenny threw themselves at rich and attractive men. It was why I didn’t want a husband as handsome as him. He didn’t even have to work to be unfaithful—it would sit right in his lap.
I shook my head, this conversation chafing me with frustration. “You’re evading. Answer the question.” Maybe if he said the words, showed me how disloyal, dishonest, he was, then I could put this fascination for him aside. I was more interested in his reply than even my sister would be.
He pushed off the door. “You answer mine.”
My response was calm and suicidal. “You can have your phone back after you answer my question.”
His condescending stare burned me, and then, with the tiniest shake of his head, he came in my direction.
My heart leapt and I backed up, but then my bare back hit the alley wall and the cool concrete sent a shiver down my spine. I was trapped, cornered, and frazzled enough I couldn’t think clearly. Didn’t think at all.
I dropped his phone down the front of my dress.
He froze two paces away. Stared at where his phone had gone. And then ran his tongue across his teeth in a type of roguish disbelief.
“You honestly think that’s going to stop me from taking it back?”
I had no idea why I’d done it. For once in my life, I wished for the Sweet Abelli to save me. Her calm, collected ways wouldn’t have gotten her into this mess in the first place. I swallowed down my breathlessness.
“That would be inappropriate.”
Both of our gazes dropped when the phone fell from my breasts to my stomach, before catching on the tight fabric near my hips. His phone was stuck below my navel.
His eyes came back to mine. “From what I’ve learned, kissing is platonic these days. Reaching up your dress can’t be much worse.”
My stomach fluttered. “You’re not reaching up my dress.”
“Three seconds, Elena.” His words were short, pissed. I knew he meant I had that long to give it back to him.
I didn’t know what I was doing or when I’d suddenly acquired a death wish, but my gaze met his for a consecutive three seconds. Quietly and maturely, I said, “You haven’t answered my question.”
His stare flicked to the concrete, and when it came back to me burning hot, I knew I was in trouble. A surge of expectation leaked into my bloodstream but was doused with unease when he took the remaining steps toward me.
His shoulders blocked the alleyway, his heavy presence slowing my breaths. He wasn’t gentle. With his amber gaze on mine, he gripped a fistful of my dress near my thigh and tugged it up, jerking me in the process.