I slip my shoes off and count down the minutes until the end of the day, wondering why the fuck I sold my soul for this.My gaze wanders into the open office space outside the office and see a man blazing past the desks with a woman pleading with him to stop. He’s carrying a large box, and he’s heading straight for my office, and everyone stops what they’re doing to watch the drama as it unfolds.
“Adriana Jefferson?” he asks.
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“Your delivery. Well, box one. Do you want the others here as well?”
The woman who I now recognize as the receptionist apologizes profusely, and I tell her it’s fine.
“How many are there?” I ask.
“Four more.” The courier grins. “As well as the flowers.”
Enzo’s arranged this and I don’t know whether to cry with relief or phone him up and scream at him. I bet the flowers are roses, sent in retaliation for the ones I bought last week. I wave my hand in agreement as the courier drops the box on my desk and disappears to collect the other ones from reception.
I grab a pair of scissors and open the first package, pulling out stationery, ornaments, and photo frames. The pictures are beautiful but fake, showing holidays we haven’t taken together. Apart from my graduation and one of me walking on the beach. My hair is tussled and I’m wearing a thin cardigan, looking back over my shoulder as I brace against the cold.
It’s the day we first met.
I don’t remember him taking this photo.
The courier wheels the other boxes into my office and the receptionist giggles as she hands me two large bunches of roses.I set the vases down on my desk and start unpacking the other boxes, piling books onto the shelves in some semblance of order.
Modern classics mix with special and first editions, building a selection that’s diverse, eclectic, and reeks of taste. There’s gothic horror, literary classics, poetry, and mysteries, with more than a dash of fantasy and romance thrown in. Each book has been selected with care and shipped in a way that makes it easy to unpack.
I finish arranging the ornaments when Enzo knocks, poking his head around the door with a wicked grin.
“They arrived then.”
“Yes, thanks.” I rest against my desk as he walks in. “The office feels like it belongs to someone who knows what they’re doing.”
He smiles and his arms extend either side of me as he leans against the desk. “You deserve all of this, Adi—it was the least I could do.”
I turn a shade of red that matches the roses. “You didn’t have to send the flowers.” I stare into his eyes and see their deep brown darken. “The books and ornaments were more than enough, Enzo.”
Enzo turns his head toward the bookcase, and his eyes move slowly down it as he scrutinizes everything. My stomach tightens, worried I’ve put a book in the wrong place or done something to offend him as his gaze intensifies and the atmosphere changes. A shiver rolls down my spine and I bite my lip nervously, waiting for his reaction, afraid of what it’ll be.
“It does look right,” he sighs and draws away. “Let’s get you home if you’re done for the day. I’ve missed you, baby. My cock’s missed your pussy, too.”
17
ARCANE MAGIC
ENZO
Idown my whisky, watching Adriana’s ass as she spreads out on my bed. She’s offering me the perfect view of her cunt and ass, and it’d be rude not to indulge. The poor thing didn’t stand a chance this evening, and I almost didn’t make it through dinner.
My come is still dripping from her swollen, abused pussy and my girl’s gloriously filthy.
Adriana adjusts her weight, trying to get comfortable as she sleeps. She’s sore and I like her that way. Every step she takes reminds her of my cock pummeling her cunt, and it’ll only make her more aware of who she belongs to.
I’d considered fucking her ass, but in another moment of something I rarely experience, I’d decided against it. Adriana’s hesitant about it and although it’s going to happen, I don’t want her to fear it. She’s been so damn good since our evening out that I want to encourage her rather than force her.
It’s left me in an unusual position: staring at her glorious ass, knowing I want it, but can’t take it right now.
I place my glass down on the sideboard and weave various enchantments around Adriana. She stirs and I slow down, letting her settle back into a deep sleep before I continue. Adriana needs to be protected while I’m away and there’s not a fucking chance I’m leaving her without every damn bit of my magic guarding her.
An already long evening could turn into an even longer night.
