Let Me Love You (49)
Enzo’s hands snapped to his sides. “And you were standing in my door long enough to get fucking hard?”
“It was a second,” the man mumbled. “I’m so sorry, sir.”
“And yet, you’re still here,” Enzo roared, his shoulder blades drawing together.
“It was a mistake,” I spoke up, trying to be Enzo’s voice of reason, worried he’d burn the man’s retinas because he’d seen me sprawled out naked and sated from an orgasm.
At this point, I no longer questioned the lengths Enzo would go to keep me safe or to protect my dignity.
The security guard nervously shoved both hands through his sandy-blond hair, his eyes now apologetically on the floor.
“You’re fired,” Enzo remarked while going to his dresser, and he snatched a pair of gray sweats and put them on. “I’m going to walk you out to make sure you don’t lose your way.”
“Enzo, don’t . . .” Don’t what? Hurt him? Push him down the stairs?
Enzo shot me a grave look from over his shoulder. “I’ll grab our suitcases from his SUV. Stay here.” And then he left with the guy, and I waited until I could no longer hear their steps to get up.
I didn’t want to face his parents smelling like sex, and I knew our untimely interruption would prevent Enzo from resuming where we’d left off.
So I went into his adjoining bathroom. Luxury at its finest, that was for sure. But the man had a pool and waterfall in his house, so what did I expect?
I turned on his shower. Well, the four showerheads, and it took only a handful of seconds to warm up, unlike my place back home that took an eternity.
This home wasn’t what Enzo really liked, though. He didn’t give a shit about this stuff, right? He was happy with his life in Charlotte, wasn’t he?
Or was it crazy for me to think cooking in a kitchen to make a modest paycheck was enough for a man who grew up in a fancy city with all the finest of things?
He chose Charlotte. He chose to leave this place, I reminded myself as the warm water ran over the contours of my body. But chills pricked my skin as the nagging thoughts penetrated my mind. But he kept this place. Maybe he always planned to come back, and for good?
SIXTEEN
Maria
With a towel wrapped around my body and my hair a wet, tangled mess over my shoulders, I went into the bedroom, startling at the sight of Enzo sitting on his bed. “I was sort of expecting you to join me after you, um, walked that man out.”
Enzo had changed while I’d showered. New black dress pants that were tailored to perfection to fit his strong legs. And another crisp black dress shirt. Top two buttons undone to show a hint of the guardian-angel ink on his chest. Sleeves cuffed at the wrists, hiding the tattoos on his arms. His hair was dry now, but it was still a bit messy, as if he’d used his fingers to brush it back, and somehow, it looked even sexier that way.
“If I joined you in there, we’d never leave.”
“The bodyguard still alive?”
He stood as his gaze flicked to where I clutched the towel at my breasts. “His limbs are intact.”
Hopefully he hadn’t hurt him. It wasn’t his fault he’d walked in on us. Not entirely. “I guess we should get going?” He had my suitcase by the bed, waiting for me.
“Yeah, I need to get another phone, though. Mine was in my pocket when we fell into the pool.”
“No secret room here like back in Charlotte with phones ready to go?”
A dark smirk played across his lips. “There’s a room. Only burner phones. Nothing I want to use on a regular basis.”
“Burner phones. Mm-hmm. Makes sense.” I felt so completely lost in this world. Whatever world he’d once lived in and, well, was now back in.
“I called the store out by my parents’ place to let them know to have one ready for me. I’ll pick it up on the way.”
“Wait, how’d you call them, since your phone is wet?”
“Your phone was in the car.” He took three strides my way, swallowing the distance between us. “Yes, I bypassed the password to use it. Are you mad?”
“More curious how you did it, but I don’t need a hacking lesson, just a change of clothes.” I blew at a wayward strand of hair in my face. “And a brush.”
He gently held my shoulder, then slid his warm palm down to my biceps. “Natalia has been texting. You might want to message her back. She’s worried.” I looked down to see my iPhone in his other hand. “And there are a few missed calls and texts from Thomas.”
“Um, okay.” My pulse was fluttering hardcore at my throat, and he brought his hand there, brushing the pad of his thumb over the beats.
“Do we need to talk about what happened?”
“I don’t know. Do we?” I took my phone from him and peered into his brown eyes.
He only lifted his brows as if waiting for my next move.
“You spanked me.” The memory of his palm on my ass had me tightening my legs, wanting more of him already.
“And I plan to do it again,” he casually remarked.
Holy shit. The thought of Enzo spanking me again . . . did things to me. I squirmed under his gaze, then swallowed down my nerves, because hell yes. “Good,” I whispered, watching his nostrils flare slightly.