Page 101 of The Sexy Enemy


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“Sweetheart, do you think I should go with the lobster or the steak?” I ask.

She smirks behind her menu. “Order both and we can share,” she tells me, and when we put the menus down, we have three sets of eyes on us.

“This menu looks delicious. There are so many things I would love to taste on it. I know as soon as I order I’ll have regrets. Thankfully, Alessandro doesn’t mind me picking off his plate,” she says to the table. Gio and Luca stare at her, dumbfounded.

“Anytime you want to try more, give me a call, and I’d be only too happy to give you a taste,” Elek says, the innuendo as blatant as can be, before he leans in and stage whispers, “I’ll even let you pick off my plate.” He smirks.

I can see Natalia’s lip curl ever so slightly in disgust, and before I can launch myself across the table, we are saved by a different waitress who has been summoned over to take our orders.

When we have given her our requests, Natalia slides her chair back and stands up. “If you can excuse me for a moment, I might freshen up before dinner,” Natalia says as she excuses herself from the table and walks off.

“I will, too,” I say, pushing my chair back.

“No practicing in my bathrooms, you hear me,” Elek calls out, making me flinch as I disappear from the table. “Natalia, wait,” I call out to her, but she ignores me as she makes her way through the busy dining room. I can see all eyes are on the two of us along the way, and hear the murmurs as we pass people’s tables.

When I turn the corner where the bathrooms are, I run into an angry Natalia.

“That man is a fucking pig,” she says, poking me in the chest.

“He is,” I say, agreeing with her.

“How can you sit there and smile and laugh at his misogynistic jokes? Is this the kind of people you do business with?” she questions me.

I bristle at her attack. “Me? I’m the only one defending you. Don’t forget I’m fighting with your brothers for this deal. They are the ones happily sitting there listening to that man’s fucked-up words.” Natalia glares at me, she knows I’m right. “Was this your plan all along, to have them come and mess up my chances tonight?”

Her face falls as she stares at me. “I didn’t know they would be here. They never told me.” I want to believe her but how can I? Our families are at war. She reaches out and touches my arm. “Seriously, I didn’t know, but I did have a plan to try and mess up your chances. I feel horrible about thinking like that, but I just thought it was my only chance. Like you always say, what happens in the bedroom doesn’t affect what happens outside regarding business.”

I try to calm my anger at her thinking about sabotaging the dinner because I did say those words to her. “What were you going to do?” I ask.

“My plan was to pretend to be a bimbo, but as soon as I met that man, there was no way in the world that was going to work because he already thought me one. Did you see him touch that waitress? That is not right.”

I shake my head. “It’s not. I agree. Let’s go back to the table, I can pretend I’m not feeling well, and we can leave,” I tell her.

Natalia frowns at me. “Tonight is important to you.”

“It is, but if I’m honest, I’m sick of dealing with all that out there.”

“You mean Elek?” she asks. I nod. “He’s a dick.”

“He is. Usually, I’m able to block out his bullshit, but tonight my tolerance isn’t very high,” I tell her.

“My brothers being there doesn’t make it any better either.” She sighs. “You don’t have to leave on my accord. I’ve dealt with plenty of Elek’s before, I can grin and bear it for one night.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” I say.

Her brows pull together as she stares up at me. “Thanks, but I can for you.” And I can hear the sincerity in her voice.

I grab her face and kiss her. “Come on, let’s go back and get the hell out of here. I want to see what those red lips can do wrapped around my cock,” I tell her.

Natalia’s cheeks flush at my words. “Why wait? There’s a bathroom right behind us, I could drop to my knees and help you relax a little.” She grins, giving me the exact same threats.

“Christ, woman, my dick is hard now. How the hell am I able to go back to that table?”

“Think of Elek Papps naked.”

“Ew, I feel sick.” I cringe, which makes her laugh. “It worked, let’s go.”

We head back from the bathrooms as a united front. Her brothers glare at me upon our return, thank goodness my dick isn’t tenting my pants like it wanted to do moments ago.

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