He doesn't even look my way, and it hasn't escaped my attention that he didn't even bother to greet me.
Rude.
Just to rain on his parade, I smile sweetly at him. "Hi, Luca. It's good to see you again. I'm fine, thanks for asking." His eyes only touch on me for a second. "Mariya, a pleasure as always."
Ugh.
I walk to where my towel and water bottle are lying and pick them up. I pat the towel over my cheeks and neck while watching the men take their positions.
Kick his ass, Viktor.
Viktor starts to move, lightly bouncing on his feet, but
Luca doesn't move a muscle.
As I lift the bottle to my lips, Luca suddenly lunges, turns his powerful body in mid-air, and slams the heel of his foot against the side of Viktor's head. Then he lands on his feet and swipes Viktor's legs from under him.
Jesus.
I've fought Viktor before, and I've never been able to get the drop on him.
The bottle is still suspended halfway to my mouth, my jaw practically lying on the floor as I try to breathe past the instant burst of lust warming my lady parts.
Viktor's quickly back on his feet, and they lunge at each other, moving so damn fast, I can only blink as I watch them fight.