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We’re not a couple. We’re not anything. He’s made that abundantly clear by not contacting me, not to even see how I’m doing, or to, you know, stop by for a quickie. Not that I’d let him do that, but I suppose I could be talked into it.
I sigh as I pull out of the lot. Today calls for junk food.
I swing by the local burger place and order a side of fries and then a burger and fries for Marco. This will butter him up for me being late.
When I get there, I walk straight to the back, key in my access code, and bypass the security guards before I even get anywhere near Marco’s office.
When I get there, I see Marco pacing and tugging at his hair. “Is everything okay?” I ask, then I realize he’s also on the phone.
I continue to eat my fries while he paces, and I dump the takeaway bag on the counter and go make a coffee. From the way he’s talking, it’s either Angelo, his assistant, or our cousin, Jonas.
Walking into the staff break room, I note that Marco really needs his own kitchenette set-up in his office. I doubt he’s going to want to be sharing this area with his staff, though only the security will technically be down here. The other staff have their own lunch area and kitchen on the next floor.
I run a hand through my hair and put a pod into the machine and press the button.
“Hello, Valentina.”
I jump and put a hand over my heart as I turn.
Enzo is standing in the doorway, and I pat my chest rapidly as I shake my head.
“Enzo? You scared the living shit out of me!”
He frowns, and he’s about to tell me off for swearing, but he stops himself.
I do not notice his dark blue, tailored suit and crisp gray shirt underneath. I also do not notice the way his hair is styled differently, or the fact he hasn’t shaved since… well, it looks like at least three days. I also do not notice his bronze, caramel-colored eyes as they drop down my body. I never dress for a man, but today I’m glad I wore a short skirt and a blouse tucked in at the waist with little ankle boots. I still wanted to be comfortable from the heat but also stylish.Take that, E.
I turn my back on him as I continue to make my coffee, biting my lip because I wasn’t expecting to see him right now.
“How are you?” he asks.
“That’s a loaded question,” I remark. I wave an empty cup at him. “Did you want one?”
He shakes his head. “No, thank you.”
I let out an exaggerated breath as I impatiently wait for my coffee to pour. “You know, you don’t have to loiter around in the doorway, Enz. I’m not going to bite.”
I hear him move as he walks in, and I don’t need to look to know that he’s running a hand through his hair. That light, disheveled hair that I had my hands in while he fucked me stupid two days ago. My pussy clenches at the thought of what we did.
“I don’t want things to be awkward between us,” he says, causing my irritation to flare to life again.
I turn and give him a look. “You’re the one making it awkward.”
He frowns. “Are you angry with me?” His voice is so low, so very dark, and so very dangerous, that I know these feelings that I’m having are only intensified whenever he is near.
“No,” I lie. “Whatever gave you that impression?”
He comes to stand behind me. Way too fucking close, so close I can smell his scent. And it’s driving me crazy…
“I know you, Valentina, and thanks to last weekend, I know every single inch of your body, too.”
“Marco is in the next room,” I whisper, my breath catching.
“I know that. I saw you come in, and I wanted to make sure that you were okay.”
“I have a cell phone,” I say, self-preservation finally setting in. “Texts work okay for me; it’d save you all this trouble.”
He sighs. “So, you are angry with me?”
