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My gaze slides to the man beside me, and my breath hitches in my throat when I catch him already watching me. My body, already running hot from all the images my mind is conjuring, lights up like a firework under his attention.
Heat flows between my legs in a rush, and I squeeze my thighs together to try to relieve some of the building pressure, trying to be subtle about it. But Enzo’s entire job requires him to notice the small things, and when his piercing blue gaze dips down to my lap and then back to my eyes, his eyes darken, lids lowering. His tongue wets his lower lip, and God save me, I can’t hide the shiver that runs over me.
He notices that, too.
Our heat-filled staring contest is broken as the car jerks to a stop. So caught up in Enzo’s eyes, I didn’t even realize that we were near the cabin. Enzo looks away first, alert as a guard dog with its ears perked up, immediately analyzing our surroundings through the windows.
“I’ll get Miss Graves inside and secure. Please run the perimeter check and report back to Mr. Graves and the boss,” Enzo instructs Ben, who sends him a snide look back in the rearview mirror.
Nevertheless, he doesn’t argue and exits the car without a word, immediately heading off to do whatever is involved in a perimeter check. It leaves Enzo and me alone, and that only ratchets my awareness of him even higher. He reaches for the door handle, and I greedily analyze the way his bicep bulges and how the veins on his forearm stand out as he pushes the door open.
I’m about to follow him out of the car, but my door is opened before I can even grab the handle. Enzo stands there, holding it open for me like my personal chauffeur, a smirk on his ridiculously handsome face as though he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
I climb out, barely able to take in my surroundings because Enzo is all I can see. Who cares about how the trees look when the man in front of me is more gorgeous than any scenery?
He grabs my bag and nods towards the cabin. I force myself to take notice of the house we’re walking into. The cabin is one of my father’s smaller properties, and I may be sheltered but I’m not sheltered enough to think it’s actually small.
With three bedrooms, a huge kitchen, a large lounge, and a well-equipped gym, the log cabin has more than enough room for the bodyguards and me. Admittedly, I can’t help but wish there’s one less bedroom because then I might be able to convince Enzo to sleep in my bed.
The door opens into the lounge, and though there’s a little dust from the fact nobody’s been here in a few months, the place is well-kept. Two big, comfy couches sit facing a large fireplace. To the right is the kitchen, kept up-to-date with new appliances and enough counter space to feed an army.
I ignore all of it, following Enzo to the stairs. He leads the way, looking around like he expects someone to jump out of the shadows at any moment despite the fact he’s already told Ben to check everything. It only makes me fall for him more, how seriously he protects me.
That’s his job, Evangeline! I chastise myself, but as soon as the thought comes, my needy body waves it away. There’s something between us. I know there is. It’s impossible that he doesn’t feel this, too.
The master bedroom is at the end of the upstairs hallway, and Enzo holds the door open for me to enter, a gentleman despite his tattooed bad-boy exterior. He closes the door behind us, and even while I try to take in my new bedroom, I can feel him watching me.
A large four-poster bed sits in the middle of the room on a fluffy white rug that covers a big part of the wooden floor. A big wardrobe that’s empty now but I’ll fill later, and a door on the right wall that I know leads to an attached bathroom with a clawfoot tub and waterfall shower.
It’s not as over the top as the mansion we live in normally, but it’s as close as it can be out here in the woods. My dad has never been one for the understated look.
I hear Enzo’s footsteps as he approaches, standing at my side by the bed. He sets my bag down on the mattress and unzips it, and I can’t help but shudder as sparks fly over my skin when his arm brushes mine.
“Let’s get you unpacked and settled, princess,” Enzo says. When he uses that nickname again, my knees get weak. He hasn’t called me that before today, and I never want him to call me anything else again.
“Princess?” I echo, my voice all breathy.
“Fits, doesn’t it?” he asks with a deadly smirk. “Though even royal jewels can’t compare to you.”
My lips part at the compliment, and that lopsided grin of his grows wider. My stomach flips, and I start unpacking just for something to do with my hands so I don’t grab him and unpack his clothes, too.
Enzo makes a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl. “On second thought, perhaps I should be calling you a dirty little princess.”
I gasp, my eyes going wide when I realize what he’s unpacked from my bag, and the reason for the addition to my nickname. “Oh my God, Enzo. Put that down!” I squeal, face burning with embarrassment. I throw myself at him, trying desperately to snatch the vibrator he’s holding up out of his hands and failing miserably when Enzo sidesteps me with ease and a smirk on his face.
“Not as pure and innocent as I thought, huh?” he teases. His voice takes on a rough, dark edge that makes it impossible to ignore how wet my panties are becoming.
“Put it down, please, Enzo,” I plead, half a second away from dying either of embarrassment or sheer arousal. I’m dizzy with it, my breaths coming in short pants, my cheeks practically on fire from blushing so hard.
“I don’t think so, princess,” Enzo growls, walking backward away from me, my vibrator still in his hand.
It’s the only sex toy I have because all my mail gets opened and checked by security before I’m allowed to have it. It was damn hard to sneak this into my room, a dark purple silicone rabbit-style vibrator that has seen me through the aftermath of my sessions watching Enzo in the gym.
Enzo locks the door, pins me with a dark look, and prowls back over.
“Do you fuck yourself with this, Evangeline?” he asks me, holding my gaze.
I can’t bring myself to speak, but the way he’s staring at me demands an answer, so I shakily nod my head.
