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“Semantics, semantics. It’s five minutes too long. Open. It.”
I really don’t want to do it in front of him, but Enzo is a pest and won’t leave me alone. Not now.
Slowly, I lift the lid up, peak inside, and slam it shut with horror. “Oh my God,” the phrase escapes my mouth, and now my friend is pushing me away, trying to see inside it.
I must be too out of it because I let him, and when he opens it himself, I hear a gasp.
“Shut the front door! Lexi! Who are you sleeping with? I need a name, and I need to know if he has any gay friends!”
The reason for Enzo’s very enthusiastic response is inside that red box. It’s packed with lingerie.
And not just any lingerie. High-end, luxury, insanely overpriced, and hot as fuck lingerie. I have bought myself a few pieces from there before but nothing this provocative.
It’s borderline slutty, but the expensive kind. And there are at least thirty outfits in there. Different colors and styles, but all convey the same idea.
They leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. They are all sheer or lacy. Or with only strings holding the whole look up.
“Lexi!?” Enzo calls out again because I seem to have fallen straight through the ground and am no longer present in this world.
My snarky comebacks are gone, my sarcasm is gone, my pride is gone.
Why?
Because all I want is to barge through those doors behind me, strip naked, and put on the lingerie he sent me. Yes, I am sure it’s from him.
I want it so bad that I feel heat pooling in my core, my thighs shaking and breath catching.
I’m turned on. I’m turned on just from thinking about Landon and being naked with him.
What is wrong with me…? Breathe, Lexi, just breathe.
Oh yeah, I forgot that I can’t seem to be able to draw a full breath since leaving Landon last night.
Damn it.
“I’m not sleeping with anyone,” I manage to tell Enzo, snap the lid on the naughty box shut, and dump it to the ground.
“Aha, and these just magically appeared here all by themselves?” He won’t leave me alone, will he?
Just when I’m about to stall some more, Landon walks out of his office, glaring at both of us. Or more like glaring at Enzo, who is leaning over me. Closely.
His steel eyes fill with darkness immediately. Darkness and something else…jealousy?
Oh my goodness, Landon is jealous of Enzo?
No, that can’t be right. I’m just too out of it, and my brain can’t process situations adequately today. Still, the glaring doesn’t stop, and I see Enzo slowly backing away from me and swallowing hard.
“Good morning, Mr. Locke,” he tells our boss.
“How much longer am I supposed to wait for my coffee?” Landon asks me without looking my way since his eyes are still trained on my poor friend, who is a second away from fainting.
And shit, with this box, I did forget to bring in his coffee. I hastily get up and take the cup to him. He takes it and, without another word, turns around, entering his office again with a slammed door in our faces.
“Jesus, I better run away before your psycho of a boss decides to come back and kill me for sitting here with you,” Enzo says.
“Sorry,” I tell him because it is my fault. Unintentionally and uninvited, but still.
“You don’t need to apologize. It’s not your fault. Just good luck. The beast seems to be in the mood again.” With that, my friend slips away around the corner to his desk, leaving me alone and unprotected.
