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Someone clearing their throat at my door catches my attention, causing me to turn around and come face-to-face with Luxtyn, whose eyes widen and mouth drops as she takes in my bare torso.
Has she never seen a half-naked man before?
Enzo stands behind her, giving me that stupid ass smirk again. “Did we come at a bad time, Boss?”
“Perfect timing,” I grunt out as I button up my shirt while keeping my gaze on Luxtyn who’s still rooted in place at my office door. She hasn’t looked me in the eye since I turned around, as she kept her eyes on my exposed chest and abs the whole time. It has me grinning like a damn fool.
“I was just taking care of some business,” I say, bringing my attention back to Enzo’s. “Rocco’s downstairs. Why don’t you go help him.”
Enzo’s shit-eating grin gets bigger as he wiggles his brows before stepping back. “Sure thing, Boss.”
“Come in and sit.” I gesture to the seat across from my desk. Luxtyn finally brings her gaze up to mine, and I give her a knowing smirk.
I know exactly what you’ve been staring at, Little Lux.
She shuffles into my office and takes the seat opposite me. I study her for a few moments, waiting to see if she’ll tell me that Enzo already broke the exciting news to her about being Mancini’s daughter, but all she says is, “So. . .”
“So . . .” I repeat.
She fidgets while gazing around my office. There’s not much to it. Not even a piece of art on the walls. Enzo and I share this office, as I don’t use it often, so we’ve never donemuch with it. The dark interior with red accents was his idea. I’m more of a gold guy myself, but the red goes with the theme of the club, so it only made sense.
She finally brings her attention back to me. “Why didn’t you wake me up last night when the DNA results came back?”
“You’re a heavy sleeper. Impossible to wake up.” Leaning back in my chair, I lace my fingers together as I position them over my stomach. I could’ve woken her up, but she was exhausted, and seeing her lying in bed so innocently did something to me I’ve been doing my best to bury.
“Well. . . now what happens?”
“That’s entirely dependent on you.” Kind of. Even if she said no to marrying me, I’d just use her mother to coerce her. She’s already proven multiple times that she’s her weak spot.
She tilts her head before shaking it. “I don’t want to marry you,” she says firmly, which makes me laugh.I thought we were past this.
“So you’ve said,” I respond nonchalantly.
She narrows her gaze, and it’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Irritating Luxtyn Stockwell might be my new favorite hobby.
“You think this is funny?” She clenches her jaw. “You’re messing with people’s lives.” Her voice gets louder. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Sitting up, I ground my elbows into the black wooden desk. “You need a favor from me, correct?” She doesn’t answer, but it was a rhetorical question, as we both know the answer. “Well, I need a favor from you. Favors go both ways, Little Lux.”
She remains silent, the words lingering between us. She’s wearing another variation of the same thing she wore yesterday—a sweatshirt and leggings. Her hair’s pulled up into a messy bun and still wet from her shower.
I wonder what her body looks like underneath that sweatshirt.
I already know how delicious her curves are in those skintight leggings, but what about those perky tits of hers. What do they look like when they’re not being overshadowed by a hoodie?
“Fine, I’ll marry you so you can control the stupid port, but as soon as we find my mom, we’re getting divorced.”
That’s cute. She thinks divorce is an option.
I shake my head. “No divorce, sweetheart.”
Rolling her eyes at me, she sighs. “Is there something in the contract that says we have to be stuck together for the rest of our lives?”
No, but now that she brings it up, I should’ve put that verbiage in there.
“If we’re not married, then I don’t get your father’s port. Marriage equals port access. No marriage equals no port access.”
“This is fucking ridiculous,” Luxtyn spits out as she slams her hands on the edge of the desk. “What if I can convince Angelo to let you have control of the port upon our divorce?”
