“Complicated?” Viktor scoffed. “She’s not complicated. She’s straightforward. Fiery. Practical.” A beat passed. “Bendy.”
I stood. “You cannot be serious.”
He dropped into the chair across from me, totally unbothered. “She’s charming.”
“She’s a mission asset.”
“So am I,” he said. “And you don’t see me complaining.”
I leveled a stare at him. He shrugged.
Then he added, with that lazy grin that made my teeth grind, “Look, big brother. Cool your jets. I’m sure that you can get some later. She seems needy.”
A muscle in my jaw twitched.
Viktor’s smile widened. “Oh. That’s what this is about. You’re annoyed you didn’t get to her first.”
I didn’t respond.
I didn’t have to.
Because he was right.
His grin widened. “Are you pissed because I messed with the mission, or because she’s wrapped around your brain, too?”
“Both,” I said curtly.
That seemed to amuse him more, which irritated me further.
I straightened my coat and moved toward the table. “You jeopardized the mission, Viktor. She barely knows our names. She needs clarity, not to be obsessed with your cock.”
“She got plenty of that,” he said cheerfully. “Once she decided to be a good girl for me.”
“Viktor.”
“What?”
I closed my eyes for one second. One. Second. Then I opened them again.
He leaned back in the chair, hands behind his head, completely shameless. “Relax. I didn’t break her. She’s tougher than you think.”
“That is not the point.”
“She wanted me,” he said simply. “I’m not going to apologize for that.”
I rubbed a hand across my face. “You couldn’t wait even one night?”
“Nope.”
“She is not a toy.”
“I didn’t treat her like one.”
“She isn’t your distraction.”
“She didn’t feel like a distraction.”
“You’re unbearable.”
