Page 2 of The Sexy Enemy


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As my cheeks start to burn, a throb between my thighs ignites.

No. No. No.

“Impressed, are we?” He chuckles as the silence stretches between us and my assessing gaze.

My nose crinkles at his irritating voice. “I’ve seen better.” I huff, folding my arms across my chest.

I still.

No. No. No.

Why do I feel skin on skin? I slowly look down and see two pert nipples staring back at me.

“I’m naked,” I scream, then grab the bedsheet and wrap it around myself.

He chuckles and has the audacity to wink. “I know.”

I wag my finger at him. “Why? What did you do to me?” I question as panic descends over my body.

He raises a brow at me. “You think I forced you to do something?” Those slate-green eyes darken, something akin to anger and disappointment evident as they glare at me.

“Yes.” He stiffens at my response. “And put some fucking clothes on,” I yell at him.

He reaches down, grabs a pair of boxers, and slides them on. “Happy now?”

“No, I’m still in your room,” I bite back.

“Willingly,” he adds.

I roll my eyes. “I would never willingly go anywhere with you,” I say, waving my hands in the air.

“Please, I don’t have to force women to come home with me,” he declares.

For a moment, I look at him and he’s right. There would be lots of women who have next to no taste in men who would be willing to fall into bed with this slime bag.

“And yet here I am?” I sneer.

We glare at each other.

“I don’t know what the hell happened last night because there is no way in hell I would be bringing a Fiorenzo into my bed,” he tells me.

“As if I would go to bed with a Conti,” I answer, pulling the sheet tighter around me.

“And yet here we are,” he says sarcastically, throwing my words back at me.

I poke my tongue out at him as words fail me in that moment.

“Mature, Natalia.”

“You should know, old man.” Alessandro is the same age as Luca, which is eight years older than me.

“Man is right. Compared to the little boys you normally fuck,” he spits. “There’s nothing little about them let me assure you,” I argue back.

“Nothing little about me either, princess.” He grins cockily.

Damn, that is true. The man is packing some serious man meat between those thighs. Guess that’s the reason I ended up in his bed—because of dick. I hold the sheet closer to me. I don’t know what the hell happened, but he doesn’t get to see any more of me.

“Screw you.”

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