Nikolas burst into the living room, pausing at the sight of Viviana on her tiptoes, trying to put a box of biscuits into the high cupboard.
Tossing his briefcase aside, he stepped up behind her and took the box, setting it back. Viviana, startled, spun around immediately to find herself trapped between him and the counter.
She met his gaze, unable to speak due to the piece of biscuit caught between her lips.
"How could you do that to me?" Nikolas asked, planting his palms against the counter. "You called me just to hang up on me? Do you know how worried about you I was? I thought…"
Distracted suddenly, his gaze dropped to the biscuit still caught between her lips. Their eyes locked for a moment before he leaned in, tilting his head to bite into it.
Viviana immediately grew stiff and her lashes madly fluttered at him. Her breath hitched still in her lungs, her pupils dilated, and intense heat flushed up her neck in a wild manner.
