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Does he only keep Rafael around for rough sex? I could be into rough sex. I actually think I might be.
“Can’t you go to the gym or something?”
He sighs, shaking his head. “It isn’t the same.”
My body felt pretty damn good after every time I was with Enzo, so I can understand a workout wouldn’t be the same. I’ve worked out before, and I don’t get nearly the same satisfaction from it as sex. Well, sex with Enzo and Rafael, definitely not with Zach.
It’s quiet as he eats, and I sit here and twiddle my thumbs, wondering if there is something I am supposed to be doing. It’s awkward as hell. But I don’t want to push his buttons. He may snap. Again, not that I fear him, but I don’t want to push him away.
Trust.
Trust.
“I have something for you,” he says.
I perk up. “You do?”
He nods. “It’s in my office. We can get it when I’m finished.”
“Okay. Thank you,” I say carefully.
“You don’t know what it is.”
“It’s for the thought.”
“What if it’s a bullet to the head?” I furrow my brow, and he shakes his head. “Just go wait for me upstairs.” He flicks his wrist toward the door, and I quickly grab my stuff and scurry out. He’s in a foul mood, and all I can think about as I climb the stairs is what if it truly is a bullet to the head?
He wouldn’t do that. I’m his payment. Why would he kill me?
Still, my logic doesn’t stop my panic, and I grow more and more anxious as I wait outside the locked office door.
When his feet sound on the stairs, I don’t know if I should be concerned or relieved.
If he was going to kill me, would he do it in his office?
Unlikely. It would make too much of a mess. There’s carpet in here.
He’d likely do it outside, or maybe in one of the bathrooms. The spa, possibly. There isn’t any carpet in there.
Unless he isn’t going to use a bullet and strangles me instead. That won’t be messy at all.
Breathe, Jordan. He isn’t going to kill you.
At least, I don’t think he is.
He crowds the door as he unlocks it and steps inside. He looks at me expectantly. My mouth drops open as I look at him, then down the hall.
“Are you going to kill me?” I whisper.
He huffs out a laugh, and smiles. Actually smiles.
“I am not going to kill you.”
I nod, not fully believing him, but go into the room anyway. If he wants to kill me, there’s no way I can stop him. I can try. I’ll fight like hell, but Enzo is twice my size—easily. Killing me with his bare hands would be a warm-up for him.
Once I’m inside, he closes the door and moves to his desk. I look around the room, and note it looks exactly the same as I last remember it, the hint of mint still lingering. I kind of feel bad about that. Maybe a little. Maybe not. I’m not quite sure.
He opens the top drawer in his desk and pulls something out. He moves to stand in front of me and offers me a small, rectangle device. My brow furrows as I look up at him.
