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The call ends and I stare at the phone for a long time before realizing I should get out before he drags me out of here naked and parades me through the house again.
I dry off quickly and go to my room to get dressed. I throw on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, and let my hair down to look at least a little put together. He asked me to make sure I was dressed, which makes me think he has company. But who? Who the hell would he want me to meet?
I head downstairs and find the door to the study open. Enzo is sitting with a man who looks a lot like him, but maybe a few years younger. His face is a little softer, like maybe he’s nicer too.
I knock on the door, and Enzo looks up, gesturing for me to come in with two fingers—that looks oddly erotic and shouldn’t. It’s a normal gesture. But I guess my pussy didn’t get that memo.
The other man smiles at me as I walk in. A smile that makes it seem like he’s truly happy to see me, and it’s weird.
“So, this is her,” the guy says.
Enzo stands, moving to my side. His large hand takes up residence on my lower back, and there it is. That feeling. Those feelings Enzo elicits from me for no reason at all.
“Jordan, this is my brother, Marco,” he says, sounding annoyed.
He stands and takes my hand, kissing the back.
Enzo glares at him. “Enough, Marco.”
He winks at me. I don’t know what to say about any of that, so I say nothing.
“So, how is life with my brother?” he asks.
“We’re not doing this,” Enzo chimes in and turns to me. “You can go.”
I rear my head back. “You called me down here, and tell me to leave seconds later? You made me get out of the bathtub, Enzo.”
“He asked to meet you. He’s met you. You can go.”
I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest and staring at him. From the corner of my eye, I see Marco smiling as if he’s holding back a laugh.
“I got dressed for this.”
“And?” Enzo retorts.
“And—Why are you so rude?”
“Rude?” he snaps. “I’m the rude one?”
“I could go on for an hour listing the rude things you do and say on a daily basis and wouldn’t get halfway through them all.”
Marco chuckles, pulling Enzo’s attention away from me. He glares at his brother, and it almost makes me laugh.
“Trouble in paradise, brother?” Marco questions with a smirk.
Enzo growls, looking back at me. “Fine. You want to stay? Then sit.”
I hold his gaze and drop into the empty chair for no reason other than knowing it annoys him. Do I want to stay here? No, not really. But I don’t want him to think he can boss me around and expect me to do as he says, especially when they’re ridiculous. He demands me to come down here for less than a minute? Made me get out of the bath and dressed for less than a minute? I think not.
Also, it feels good to feel something, even if it is only annoyance. I embrace it, hoping it’ll stay for a while because it’s better than feeling empty.
“Would you like a drink, gorgeous?”
“Don’t call her that,” Enzo barks.
Marco rolls his eyes and raises a brow at me.
“I’d love a drink,” I say with a bright smile.
