Page 16 of Enter if you Dare: Part Three

“I’m security. I could make an exception.”

“For kicking me out?”

“For letting you stay.”

Her cheeks blush pink again, but this time she doesn’t look away. “Do you make exceptions for everyone you’ve just met?”

“No.”

Noa shifts beside me, resting his chin on his fist as he watches them.

Leni notices. “What?”

“Nothing,” Noa says. “Please continue.”

Khodi’s mouth twitches.

“Ignore him,” I tell Khodi.

“I was.”

“I like him,” Leni quips in Noa’s defense.

Khodi keeps his eyes on her. “That’s unfortunate. I was hoping you’d like to get to know me.”

Leni’s lips part as a smile slowly takes over her face. “Only time will tell.”

“I’ve got time.”

“Khodi!” Ares calls from the bar. “Clay is looking for you.”

He glances over his shoulder. “Tell him I’m coming.” He looks back at Leni. “Good to meet you. Think about the ‘getting to know me’ part.”

“I’ll consider it,” she says, and watches him walk away.

The moment he is out of earshot, Noa spins toward her. “Okay, that was something, right?”

Leni simply shrugs.

“What do you mean?” Noa mimics her, shrugging slightly. “That was flirting . . . with Khodi. I suppose he is objectively good-looking. If you’re into pretty boys with massive egos.”

Leni’s mouth hangs open. “Are you blind? He is hot AF—just look at those muscles. And did you smell him? My mouth literally watered. I wanted to eat him.”

Noa scoffs. “Excuse me, I do not need the mental image of my new sister wanting to eat a man I work with. Let’s order dessert, just the usual for you two?” Noa asks, and Cipher and I nod. “And for you, cannibal?”

“Surprise me, no allergies.”

Noa nods and gets up from the table, wandering to the bar to order. While today didn’t start great, Leni being here has made it better. I only wish Cave were with us too. I remind myself that I have to be patient and hope to hell he doesn’t do anything to get himself into trouble. Hopefully, he will be back with us before we know it.

Cave

I am not built from blood but from choices.

I am a man who digs holes for no reason.

I am hands that fix broken things.

I am the one who centers you when nothing else can.