‘No.’ Veiling his eyes, his answer was that short and gruff.
‘Then why take such liberties with my body?’
For some reason his mouth moved into a rueful twist. ‘Freudian slip,’ he said, as if that should make sense to her.
Well, it didn’t. ‘Grazie, then, for the care you took with me!’
Nikos said nothing, he just turned back to what he was doing, leaving her anger to bounce off his back. Mia sizzled where she sat for a few seconds longer, unable to absorb that a man like him could take such irresponsible risks! Then she recalled the powerful grip of their mutual passion, and she shifted restlessly on her seat. She had been t
oo busy enjoying herself to give a thought to protection either. She could not pile the entire blame on to him.
‘The smell of that coffee is upsetting my stomach,’ she announced, and enjoyed watching his disconcerted start before he leapt to snap on an air-extractor fan, then proceeded to flush his preferred beverage down the sink.
Mia bit into her sandwich with relish, having paid him back for his crucifying explanation for not using anything. He was always way too arrogantly sure of himself. Discovering he had faults to pick at made her feel much better.
Pouring chilled water into a glass from a bottle he’d removed from the fridge, he came to sit down on the stool next to hers. That brought him too close. Tensing her spine Mia put down the sandwich.
‘So who are the other sources you referred to?’
‘Security team.’ Reaching across to pick up the discarded sandwich, he almost threatened to feed it to her until she took it from his long stubborn fingers. ‘You’ve been under discreet surveillance since the Anton Brunel incident,’ he enlightened. ‘A precaution both Oscar and I decided was necessary to your—’
‘Oscar—?’ She swung a horrified blue stare at him. ‘You have told Oscar what happened to me?’
‘I’m responsible for your safety—’
‘Sì.’ Mia heaved in taut breath. ‘I am the duty you took on at Oscar’s request. You do not have to spell that part out.’
‘Why are you angry? We were working in your best interests—’
‘By spying on me without telling me you were doing it—and I did not even notice, did I?’
‘If you had noticed, then the security team would not have been doing their job properly,’ Nikos drawled smoothly.
‘Have you been reporting back to Oscar about everything I say and do?’ Mia speared at him suddenly. ‘Do you have a special tick list for when I perform up to Balfour standards and another one for crosses when I fail to reach the required level of your expectations?’
His brown eyes cooled. ‘That wasn’t funny, Mia.’
She so agreed with him there! Had he been colluding with Oscar over every step that she took? She hoped not, thinking about the intimacy they shared that had put her in the situation she was in now.
She felt like a curiosity in a zoo, watched and discussed and picked over. ‘I wish I had never come to England now,’ she breathed, a tremor of hurt tensing her mouth. ‘I wish I had never met you.’
‘Too late for both wishes,’ Nikos said, then let out a short sigh. ‘Before you spin me into the manipulative villain here, Oscar called me. Santino D’Lassio succeeded in keeping your unplanned dip off the television screens but he was not so successful with the press. Oscar read about it and called me.’
As Sophie had called her, Mia remembered, simmering down a little.
‘Together we decided that Brunel could become—a nuisance to you, so I employed a team to watch over you in case the nasty piece of work decided to try something again—and that was all Oscar and I discussed.’
‘Oh,’ she quivered. ‘I…th-thank you.’
‘I don’t need thanking,’ Nikos discarded with frowning annoyance. ‘It was deemed necessary to your safety so it was done. Of course, I did not expect to find out you were living it up until all hours with Kat Balfour’s crazy friends!’
‘They are not crazy, and it was only one night!’ Mia fired up all over again. ‘And what business of yours is it who I see or what I do with my free time? You blew me off. You told me I was a very big mistake!’
‘For your own good.’
‘It is a very big shame it did not run to contraception too!’ Mia threw out with simmering sarcasm.
He straightened his broad shoulders. ‘Fair point,’ he acknowledged.