“Oh my god, stop!” I pressed my hands against his chest as I looked around him again.
He held them there.
“Then be honest.”
I exhaled deeply, snatching the paper back from him. It was creased now.
I didn’t want to be honest with him or myself.
“She’s on a different team and all over you, and you’re all over her.”
His eyes narrowed. I’d expected him to laugh at me or dismiss me completely. Notseeme. “That’s the issue here? That she’s on a different team?”
“Yes.”
He leaned forward, and my back hit the cold wall. “I have no idea why you’re insecure when I ignored everything she said there and haven’t humoured her in over a year. Or the fact that I’ve told you I want you to text me while I’ve been leaving her on read. Do you think I would have fucked you like I did if she still meant anything to me? I barely know how to deal with one woman’s feelings. You think I’ve got room for two?”
Technically, he was right. He hadn’t spoken a single word to her.
“But you said to give you a sec—”
“For me to tell her to fuck off, Zsófia.”
“And… and did you?”
He shook his head and sighed. “No, because a little angry translator screeched my name like she was as frustrated as when I edged her—”
“Zoltán!”
His grin slowly spread across his face. He knew he had me.
“You’re the onewho just told everyone in that room you know how big my cock is, Fia.”
My hand slammed to my mouth because,oh my god. I had, hadn’t I?
“They don’t speak… none of them speak…”
He cocked his head to the side in thought. “Well, my brother does… and Nora…”
Her name should not be coming out of his mouth.
His hand tugged lightly on mine, pulling it from my still parted lips. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “No one’s going to say anything.”
“Because I’m just the translator?”
“Because they wouldn’t dare.”
The words didn’t match his calming tone. I was glad he was holding me gently, cornering me with that look of care in his eyes, because the threat was clear. I did not want to be on the bad side of Zoltán Farkas.
“No one is going to upset you,” he promised and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. I should have been scared. But there was a soft warmth in the sharp, cutting threat.
He inched closer, his boots nudging mine.
He was going to kiss me.
Right here. Right now. In a tunnel.
“You keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to forget we’re in public.”
