She was straddling him when the thought resurfaced.
It had been nagging at the back of her mind the entire time, refusing to go away no matter how much he distracted her.
"That problem…" she murmured. "It's already handled?"
The moment the words left her mouth, Mikhail's expression changed.
Not because he was surprised.
Because he clearly had no intention of answering.
He leaned forward, trying to silence the conversation before it could properly begin.
Regina immediately caught his jaw with both hands.
Her nails dug into his skin just enough to make her point.
"Don't play with me."
Her eyes narrowed.
Mikhail stared back for a second before a grin slowly spread across his face.
The kind of grin that usually meant trouble.
The next thing she knew, the world tilted.
He picked her up effortlessly and threw her onto the sofa.
Regina landed with an offended sound while Mikhail followed immediately after, determined to redirect the conversation elsewhere.
