“Now you know how it feels,” I said, shaking my head.
His brows crinkled for a moment before he looked at me. “You don’t think she only thinks of me like that now, do you?”
“Do you?” I countered.
He grunted. “Fuck. That’s messed up. I’m not that guy anymore.”
“She remembers that E.” I shrugged, feeling a little better to not be the only one singled out.
It was nice that we were doing team building like this. I really fucking hoped she tore Enzo a new one so he’d reach out to her.
And then….
Well, I had to have hope, or I didn’t have shit.
16
ENZO
“Hey, I brought you some coffee,” Jade said, coming into my office. She put the hot cup in front of me and backed away.
“You should have left hours ago,” I muttered. “Why are you still here?”
“Because you’re still here. I’m your assistant. I can’t assist if I’m not here to assist.”
I glanced at her.
Jade was beautiful. Long, silky blonde hair. Big hazel eyes. Plump lips. A sexy hip flare she liked to show off with her body-hugging outfits.
“There’s nothing I need,” I said, pushing the cup of coffee away.
She was quiet. “Enzo. I know you’re sad.”
I frowned at her as she sat on the edge of my desk next to me.
“You’re lonely. Why do you spend all your time here? Why not go out and live your life?”
“This is my life,” I mumbled.
She rolled her eyes. “This is a distraction, not your life.”
I said nothing. She likely wasn’t wrong. I hated being alone because all I did was think. I was sick of thinking. On the other hand, if I went home, I’d be around Cole, and I knew he was dying from missing Rosalie. It just made shit worse.
“I don’t have a life outside of work,” I admitted. I’d only hired Jade a year ago, but she’d worked her ass off and proved to be better than anyone else I’d tried out in the position.
“Then maybe you need a better distraction,” she whispered, resting her hand on mine.
I looked at her hand on mine and frowned.
It took me a moment to realize she was coming onto me. This was new.
In the grand scheme of things, she made sense. Beautiful. Smart. Ambitious. All the things I liked in a woman.
I turned my hand over and twined my fingers with hers for a second, staring down at our hands together.
It seemed so strange. Her nails were perfectly manicured. Rosalie rarely did her nails. In fact, as long as I’d known her, until Matteo had given her a manicure, she never painted her nails. They were always perfect, with a shiny, clear gloss over them. That was it. But Jade’s nails were a pale pink with white French tips. Tiny pearls and sparkly gold added a design. She had the hands of a woman I should be with.
I had money. Power. Fame. Jade would fit nicely at my side.
