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“Not exactly,” I mutter.
“Hm. He’s insanely hot,” she muses. “Like really, really good-looking.”
“Would you quit staring at him?” I snap.
Kiara does something insane and waves instead. My mouth falls open.
“What?” she asks when she notices my expression. “He waved first.”
I rub my hands over my face and groan. “Yeah, that’s it,” I say, getting to my feet.
Her expression grows worried. “Where are you going?”
“I need to speak to him. Just wait here, okay?”
She nods and I turn around, heading for his table. He doesn’t look the least bit surprised as he watches me approach.
Damn, he looks good.
It’s not something I should be noticing, but Kiara’s right. At first glance, he looks like a gentleman, like he belongs in a board room. But if you really stare at him, the discrepancies come into focus. The dangerous edge in the relaxed set of his shoulders, the shadows beneath his eyes. His brown hair is messy, which is odd considering his general put-togetherness. It looks just-fucked in a way that, in another life, would have me drooling. In this life, it just irks me that he’s exactly my type.
I slide into the seat in front of him.
“Hey, beautiful. You know you really shouldn’t approach strangers in restaurants?” he questions.
“And you really shouldn’t be stalking people,” I retort.
“If you think I’m a stalker then why did you come over here?”
“Maybe I just like to live dangerously.”
“I doubt that,” he says, blue eyes steady. “But you’re drawn to me, aren’t you? Curious.”
I scoff. “No, I’m not. Not really.”
“So you don’t want to know who I am?”
“I already know who you are, Enzo Russo,” I say casually. I make sure to look him straight in the eye.
His expression doesn’t so much as flicker, but his mouth does curve into a small smirk. And just like that, I know I’m right.
“How?” he asks, confirming it.
“Lucky guess.” I shrug. “It wasn’t that hard; my brother suddenly becomes serious about security the moment you show up making demands he’s having trouble dealing with.”
“What do you know about my demands?” Enzo asks.
“Nothing. Should I care about them?”
He’s amused. “Maybe, maybe not.”
“Vague,” I mutter, irritated that they’re all being so secretive.
“Don’t worry,principessa.It’ll all make sense soon enough.”
“And you’re going to stop stalking me? Your good looks aren’t going to keep me from going to my brother about your behavior.”
“You won’t tell him,” Enzo says confidently.
