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“Whatever you want it to.” His fist hits the pillow a few times. He lays his head down then hits the pillow some more. He’s as high maintenance with his pillows as he is with his assistants.
“Stop being vague.”
“It’s not worth it.”
He might as well say you’re not worth it.
“Oh nice. Well, feeling the same over here.” I circle my finger and point at myself. I sound like an idiot, but I don’t care.
“That why you were ogling my body a second ago?”
I narrow my eyes, but he can’t see me in the dark, so I flick on the light.
My eyes come face to face with his bare chest. Bad idea. Really bad idea.
I clear my throat. “You ogle my body too. Your eyes aren’t always on my face.”
“I never said they were.”
I throw my hands in the air. “Neither did I!”
“But the kiss on the plane was just because we were dying, or so we thought, right?”
I purse my lips, unable to look at him anymore. I flick off the light and throw myself on the bed with my back to him.
The light flicks back on. “No, we’re finishing this now.”
“Go to bed, Enzo.”
“No, Mom. I’m not tired because this woman I’m sharing a hotel room with is living in dreamland instead of addressing what’s going on in reality.”
Off go my covers. I sit up and cross my legs on the bed. “Fine. What do you want to talk about?”
“This attraction between us.” He waves his finger between the two of us.
My shoulders fall. Looks like we’re doing this. “There’s no conclusion to this problem. We work together. You’re my boss.”
“Technically, Shelby’s your boss.” His hands grip the mattress while he stares at me.
I try to keep my vision focused on his eyes, but they stray, admiring the ripped muscles in his abdomen and the prominent bulge in his boxer briefs. All my blood flow zeros down in between my legs.
“Eyes up here, Annie,” he says, pointing toward his eyes.
“I’d have to be blind to not be attracted to you. It doesn’t mean we should act on it.”
“I could say the same thing.”
“I’m what every woman hates.” I throw my hands in the air. “Falling for the boss? I mean, how cliché is that? People will think you’re giving me special treatment at work because I give you special treatment in the bedroom. I can just hear all the sexual innuendos in the break room now.”
He leaves his bed and comes over to me.
“Nope. Go back to your bed.” I slide up toward the headboard as far as I can.
He laughs, and it’s nice to not have that tension that was pissing him off moments ago occupying every crevice of the room. Not that I prefer this.
“I would never do that. Nor would I ever expect you to sleep with me. You know that, right? I would never hold your job over your head because of something we did or didn’t do outside of work.” His features say how serious it is for him to get clarity on that.
I nod because from what I know of Enzo so far, he wouldn’t do that.
