The moment the doors opened, they entered without speaking. Both of them were sure it was the longest elevator ride on record. Sydney swept out in front of him when they reached her floor. She had her keys out and ready two steps before they hit her door.

“I enjoyed your family,” she said, carefully polite. “Be sure to tell your parents again how much I appreciated their hospitality.” The lock snapped open. “You can reach me in the office if there are any problems this week.”

He slapped his hand on the door before she could shut it in his face. “I’m coming in.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sydney considered the chances of shoving the door closed while he had his weight against it, found them slim and opted for shivery reserve.

“It’s a bit early for a nightcap and a bit late for coffee.”

“I don’t want a drink.” Mikhail rapped the door closed with enough force to make the foyer mirror rattle.

Though she refused to back up, Sydney felt her stomach muscles experience the same helpless shaking. “Some people might consider it poor manners for a man to bully his way into a woman’s apartment.”

“I have poor manners,” he told her, and, jamming his hands into his pockets, paced into the living room.

“It must be a trial for your parents. Obviously they worked hard to instill a certain code of behavior in their children. It didn’t stick with you.”

He swung back, and she was reminded of some compact and muscled cat on the prowl. Definitely a man-eater. “You liked them?”

Baffled, she pushed a hand through her disordered hair. “Of course I like them. I’ve already said so.”

While his hands bunched and unbunched in his pockets, he lifted a brow. “I thought perhaps it was just your very perfect manners that made you say so.”

As an insult, it was a well-aimed shot. Indignation shivered through the ice. “Well, you were wrong. Now if we’ve settled everything, you can go.”

“We’ve settled nothing. You tell me why you are so different now from the way you were an hour ago.”

She caught herself, tightening her lips before they could move into a pout. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“With my family you were warm and sweet. You smiled so easily. Now with me, you’re cold and far away. You don’t smile at all.”

“That’s absurd.” Though it was little more than a baring of teeth, she forced her lips to curve. “There, I’ve smiled at you. Satisfied?”

Temper flickered into his eyes as he began to pace again. “I haven’t been satisfied since I walk into your office. You make me suffer and I don’t like it.”