She couldn’t help her reaction to him. Maybe if she wasn’t such an incurable virgin, she’d be able to handle him, she thought furiously, but that’s what she was and she hated him for taunting her with it.
She was wallowing so deep in silent offense, she moved automatically, leaving the elevator as the doors opened, barely taking in her surroundings until she heard her worst nightmare say, “There she is.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
MIKOLAS WAS KICKING himself as the elevator came to a halt.
Viveka had been so beautiful when she had walked into the lounge, his heart had lurched. An unfamiliar lightheartedness had overcome him. It hadn’t been the money spent on her appearance. It was the authentic beauty that shone through all the labels and products, the kind that waterfalls and sunsets possessed. You couldn’t buy that kind of awe-inspiring magnificence. You couldn’t ignore it, either, when it was right in front of you. And when you let yourself appreciate it, it felt almost healing...
He never engaged in rose smelling and sunset gazing. He lived in an armored tank of wealth, emotional distance and superficial relationships. His dates were formalities, a type of foreplay. It wasn’t sexism. He invested even less in his dealings with men.
His circle never included people as unguarded as Viveka, with her defensive shyness and yearning for acceptance. Somehow that guilelessness of hers got through his barriers as aggression never would. She’d asked him why he’d saved her life and before he knew it, he was reliving the memory of pleading with everything in him for his grandfather—a stranger at the time—to save him.
Erebus hadn’t.
Not right away. Not without proof.
Words such as despair and anguish were not strong enough to describe what came over him when he thought back to it.
She had had an idea what it was, though, without his having to say a word. He had seen more in her eyes than an offer of sex. Empathy, maybe. Whatever it was, it had been something so real, it had scared the hell out of him. He couldn’t lie with a woman when his inner psyche was torn open that far. Who knew what else would spill out?
He needed escape and she needed to stay the hell back.
He was so focused on achieving that, he walked out of the elevator not nearly as aware of his surroundings as he should be.
As they came alongside the security desk, he heard, “There she is,” and turned to see Grigor lunging at Viveka, nearly pulling her off her feet, filthy vitriol spewing over her scream of alarm.
“—think you can investigate me? I’ll show you what murder looks like—”
Reflex took over and Mikolas had broken Grigor’s nose before he knew what he was doing.
Grigor fell to the floor, blood leaking between his clutching fingers. Mikolas bent to grab him by the collar, but his security team rushed in from all directions, pressing Mikolas’s Neanderthal brain back into its cave.
“Call the police,” he bit out, straightening and putting his arm around Viveka. “Make sure you mention his threats against her life.”
He escorted Viveka outside to his waiting limo, afraid, genuinely afraid, of what he would do to the man if he stayed.
* * *
As her adrenaline rush faded in the safety of the limo, Viveka went from what felt like a screaming pitch of tension to being a spent match, brittle and thin, charred and cold.
It wasn’t just Grigor surprising her like that. It was how crazed he’d seemed. If Mikolas hadn’t stepped in... But he had and seeing Grigor on the receiving end of the sickening thud of a fist connecting to flesh wasn’t as satisfying as she had always imagined it would be.
She hated violence.
She figured Mikolas must feel the same, given his past. Those last minutes as they’d come downstairs kept replaying in her mind. She’d been filled with resentment as they’d left the elevator, hotly thinking that if saving a person’s life didn’t require repayment, why was he forcing her to go to this stupid party? He said she was under his protection, but it was more like she was under his thumb.
But the minute she was threatened, the very second it had happened, he had leaped in to save her. Again.
It was as ground-shaking as the first time.
Especially when the aftermath had him feeling the bones in his repaired hand like he was checking for fractures. His thick silence made her feel sick.