I stepped into the room, observing how perfect everything was in there as well. The bathroom was immaculate, looking like it was never used. Either he was as obsessive as I was, which I didn't think was the case given the state of the clothes in my bag, or he wasn't home often.
I bet on the latter.
My eyes landed on the bag on the bed, on the clothes spilling out and unfolded and in complete disarray. I knew I should wait until I got home because I'd just need to fold them again, anyway, but the sight of them made me twitchy. Unable to help myself, I switched off the overhead light, leaving only the bedside lamp to cast a dim glow around the room.
It was just enough for me to see what I was doing as I emptied the clothes onto the bed and set to refolding them, tucking them back into the tote as neatly as I could when I finished. I wanted nothing more than to curl up in the bed and sleep the night away, what remained of it anyway, but that wasn't in the cards for me.
Once I'd finished, I switched off the light and sat.
I counted to fifty in my head. Then I did it five more times.
Only when there were no more sounds in the rest of the house did I let my need to move take over. I eased to my feet, doing everything I could to remove my weight from the bed gradually so it wouldn't make a sound. Nothing could alert Enzo to the fact that I was moving.
That I was awake, and prowling through his house like a creep. How quickly the tides had turned. Draping my bag over my arm, I eased open the door that I'd been very careful not to let latch when I closed it. It creaked ever-so-slightly, and I froze.
Listening for movement.
When there was none, I slithered out the door and into the hall, hurrying along it and down the stairs as quickly as I could manage without making a sound. With the front door in sight, I drew in a deep breath.
I'd seen the intensity of his security system. I knew the alarm would sound the second I opened that door.
I just had to be ready to run. The good news was, I was fast.
I was willing to bet I was much faster than Enzo, even with the advantage his long legs gave him. My petite muscles could work to my benefit. I'd just have to be smart.
Crossing the room, my hand touched the doorknob for the briefest second before the kitchen lights turned on and blinded me. A scream tore itself up my throat, loud and shrill as I dropped my bag to the floor. There was nothing stealthy about the pure terror that filled me as I clutched my chest and spun to face Enzo with red cheeks from my own humiliation.
Not that I'd been caught.
That I'd sounded like such a fucking girl.
He stood frozen solid, staring at me with oddly blank eyes. With my heart in my throat, I pushed through my discomfort because of the sudden change in his behavior. "What in the name of dick is wrong with you?! You scared the hell out of me!" I hissed, picking up my bag of disturbed clothes with a dejected sigh. He shook his head with a sudden snap, his face filling with animation once again as he opened his mouth.
"I'm a lot of things, Baby Girl. But I ain't stupid. March your ass back to bed or I can carry you there and tie you to it," he ordered, leaning against the kitchen counter like the freaking sexy ass Neanderthal he was, clad in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that clung to his thickly corded thigh muscles. I swallowed down my nerves and budding arousal.
He had broad shoulders, and with his arms crossed over his diaphragm, the faintest trace of abs peeked out below them. The word “Ride” stretched up the underside of his right bicep. The word “Die” served as an echo on the left. On each of his pectoral muscles, a black crow with tribal details faced his sternum with the letters “O” and “R” framed in negative space inside them. A smattering of smaller crows displayed over his ribcage and abs. He wasn't ripped, wasn't incredibly defined with his muscle mass. But he was massive, with a sort of real-world strength, and the light shadow of hair below his belly button and at the top of his pecs was uniquely him.
Pure Lorenzo Vescovi.
"Well, that got kinky real fast," I teased, twisting my lips up into a pout as I hefted the bag on my shoulder. Standing across from him, with his body on display and looking sinfully irresistible, felt oddly intimate.
I'd been naked with men before. I was no virgin.
But none of them were Enzo.
"I'm dying to know how you taste when you come on my tongue, Carina. Say the word, and I will find out." He grinned, his challenge issued. The man didn't know me, aside from the rumors he might have heard from our shared friends, but seemingly what they’d said had been enough for him to know just what the challenge would do to me. If the arrogant smirk on his face was anything to go by, at any rate.
I stomped my foot and turned on my heel, marching my ass back to bed while he roared with laughter behind me.
"Prick!" I yelled, tossing a middle-fingered salute over my shoulder as I trudged up the stairs to sleep.
I'd stab him in the morning.
10 Enzo
I came awake quickly, snapping off the bed and to my feet in a fluid motion. The alarm hadn't sounded. My systems hadn't alerted me to movement in the living room, but
