Shrug. “I return downstairs now.”
I followed him back inside. “What do you need to talk to Paxán about so urgently?”
Over his shoulder, he said, “I do have private concerns with him, Natalie.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re going to tell him about us, aren’t you?”
He swung his head around at me. “There is no us,” he said with such vehemence that I almost flinched.
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m going to admit that I behaved inappropriately with you. I owe him that.”
I had a great feeling about Kovalev, but the truth was that I didn’t know him well. What type of punishment would an infraction like this bring? “How mad will he be?” I couldn’t picture Kovalev losing his cool, but then I also couldn’t picture him blackmailing politicians.
“At you? Not at all. As for me, he can’t be more angry than I am at myself.”
Sevastyan was starting to piss me off. I strode up to him. “Look, I just got here, and everything is wonderful with Paxán. Why rock the boat when you and I barely did anything? I held off on despoiling you. You were relatively safe from my clutches.”
Stony gaze.
“Please, I’m asking you not to make a big deal out of something so trivial.”
“Trivial?” He closed the slight distance between us until we stood toe-to-toe. “Maybe for two experienced adults. But you’re hardly experienced, are you?” His breaths quickened along with mine. Tension sparked the air around us. Oh, God, his intoxicating scent hit me just as I recalled his fierce virgin-or-not promise and his admission: What was supposed to sate my appetite has only whetted it.
Chin raised, I bowed up to him until a sheet of paper wouldn’t have fit between us. “Just because I haven’t had sex doesn’t mean I was a nun.”
He cocked his head to the side, gaze flicking over my face, like he was trying to read me and coming up empty. I knew the feeling.
“And if my virginity is such a sticking point with you,” I said, “that’s an easy fix.”
His fists clenched. “You mean with another man?”
That show of jealousy thrilled me, so I reminded him, “You could have done it.” When I’d been wet and ready for him. Curiosity about how he would relieve me of my virginity seized me; I could only imagine what kinds of tricks this man had in his bag. A long exhalation escaped my lips, and I found myself saying, “You still could.”
He took a step back, as if what I had might be catching. “Perhaps I want to tell Paxán so it doesn’t happen again.”
“You’re that certain you don’t want it to?”
“Yes,” he said, but he’d started twirling that thumb ring. Maybe that tell also indicated when he was lying?
“Was I just a job to you, Sevastyan?”
He gazed to the right of me as he answered, “That’s all you can be.”
“Do you wish you’d never been sent to America for me?”
He faced me fully. “Every second of the day,” he said, no longer touching his ring.
Chapter 14
Buzzzzzzzz.
My suite had a doorbell? As I hastened to the doors, which were a haul from my bedroom, I wondered if Sevastyan had come to get me. Though I’d been hurt at first by his parting words, I’d assured myself that he was trying to be a good enforcer, walking away from the taboo woman.
Spirits buoyed, I’d investigated my suite, getting ready for tonight. After taking a bath in a tub larger than most family pools, I’d gamely explored all the clothes, shoes, handbags, and cosmetics.
Though the lingerie on the plane hadn’t been over-the-top sexy, the selection in my new wardrobe ran the gamut. I’d gone for daring—thigh-highs, a black silk thong, and matching demi-cup bra—just in case Sevastyan apologized for being a dick and admitted taboo was just his speed (a girl can dream!).