Even as he pressed the button for the elevator, he asked himself what the hell he was doing. He’d meant to use Nikolett, instead he…
Gus didn’t actually have a word for what he felt with her. For her.
The only way he could describe it was that when he was with her, he wasGus. The version of himself that might have been.
But Gus wasn’t who he really was. Before now, before Nikolett, he would have said the Spaniard was the truest version of himself.
Now, he knew that wasn’t accurate either.
As he stepped out of the elevator on the penthouse floor, Gus knew that no matter what version of himself he was, he wanted to see Nikolett.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Nikolett was floating on puffy clouds of post-orgasm happiness when Regina knocked on the still-partially open door.
“There’s a Scottish man holding flowers at the door.”
Two minutes later, Nikolett spun around, scanning the bedroom as she tried to pull her hair back into a bun, then realized she didn’t have a hair tie and let it go. “I can’t find my underwear.”
Eric was sitting on the floor, back against the bed, holding his nose. He claimed she’d broken it when she attempted to jump from the bed, after Regina’s knock, but given that Eric’s head was still between her legs at the time, it hadn’t worked out well for his nose.
She grabbed her pants, checking to see if her underwear was inside them, then whipped around to look at Eric. “You have my panties, don’t you?”
He dropped his hand from his nose—there wasn’t even any blood—and grinned.
Giving up on the underwear, she pulled on her pants.
“Get up. Wait, actually, stay there.” She stepped over Eric to grab her phone off the bed. She’d already checked it once, butnow confirmed that she hadn’t missed a reply text due to the power of Eric’s mouth. Gus hadn’t texted back; he’d just shown up.
“Eric, Nikolett.” Regina was back, knocking once on their door, her voice both urgent and resigned.
“Coming,” she replied, trying to back away from the bed, but Eric had wrapped an arm around her calf.
“I’m going to need a minute,” Eric said, kissing her thigh before releasing her.
Nikolett crouched, looking at his nose. She assumed he’d been joking about her breaking it. There was no blood or…
Eric pointed at his crotch. At his very large, very obvious erection.
Nikolett shouldn’t be needy—she’d just come twice, thanks to his mouth. But she wanted to ignore everything, open his pants, slide onto his lap, and bounce on that lovely hard dick.
“You looking at me like that isn’t going to help.”
Nikolett forced herself to stand.
“Hearing you talk to another man might,” Eric grumbled.
“If he’s here…Gus isn’t the Spaniard.”
The panic of being interrupted had stopped her from thinking through the implications until now.
“Should you…hide?” Nikolett asked Eric as she headed for the bedroom door. “Maybe I should…”
She wasn’t sure what she should do. She’d convinced herself that Gus was the Spaniard, so the fact that he wasn’t, and now he was here, had her uncharacteristically off-balance.
Regina gave her a once-over when Nikolett slipped out of the bedroom and closed the door. Eric would have to hide in there, and she’d make this meeting short and sweet. This was the perfect opportunity to mention she had someone he needed to meet, and set up an introduction between Gus and Arthur.
“You have sex hair,” Regina said.
