He started to twist, planning to force her leg to slide off his chest. Then he’d fit himself between her knees and?—
“You broke my heart.”
Eric jerked his attention to her face. Gone was the fragile chaos in her gaze.
She was angry.
Royally, monumentally, angry.
Fuck.
Maybe she was going to kill him. And not have him killed, she might do it herself.
He scanned the rest of her and the chair for a gun. He hadn’t looked when she got up. It was very possible she had a gun tucked into cushions.
“Nothing to say?” she purred.
That tone of voice was a very bad sign.
“I’m checking for a gun.”
“If I kill you, it won’t be with a gun.”
“Are you going to kill me?” Something dark stirred in him, and Eric leaned into her foot, forcing her knee to bend. Her eyes narrowed and she pushed back, heel digging into his chest hard enough, he had to hide a wince.
He stilled and smirked, making sure she knew that she hadn’t stopped him, he’d chosen to stop leaning into her. She didn’t have the strength to push him away.
That statement rang a little too true, so he pushed the thought aside.
Some dark part of him needed her to know that though he may be on his knees and restrained, he could take control of this interaction at any point.
But Nikolett looked away, shoulders drooping just a little, and Eric realized he was fucking this up.
Nothing new there, but damn it, this time he was going to be the man she deserved.
“I’m sorry.” He sat back on his heels, shaking off the dark need to battle her for control. To jump ahead to the part where he had his mouth and hands on her.
“I’m sorry I broke your heart.”
The tension that tightened her shoulders relaxed at his words.
“I was an asshole to you. I knew I was doing it and I still did it because I was scared.”
Nikolett finally looked back at him, something fragile in her eyes.
“I did therapy.”
Now, her brows rose. She lifted her foot from his chest and recrossed her legs. “Is that code for you killed someone?”
“No.”
“Went and helped overthrow a dictator somewhere just for fun?”
“Regina wouldn’t let me, even if I wanted to.”
She didn’t laugh, merely studied him.
“I mean real therapy. Dr. Mata. He came to Triskelion, and he rewired my brain and made me talk about my feelings.”
