Page 18 of Daring Enzo

“I don’t even know why we’re having this conversation in the first place, so no.” My tone comes out sharper than I had intended, and his brows raise. I refrain from biting my lip. He doesn’t have to know how nervous he made me.

“Well, it’s too late,” he says. “It became too late the moment you slept with me because I wanted to go out with you then and I still do.”

I chuckle in utter disbelief, my laughter a mix of astonishment and incredulity, as I struggle to comprehend the sheer absurdity of his words.

“I’m serious. I want to go out with you,” he asserts, his hands splayed out on the table as he stares at me with eyes that show sincerity but I’m unable to believe it.

The sound of the hanging doorbell ringing pulls our attention for a minute. I inhale deeply as the man approaches my table, a smile on his face when he spots me.

“Hi, baby,” he says in a soothing voice, leaning in to press a light kiss against my lips. Enzo’s eyes are wide as he stares at the affectionate display in front of him.

I return the kiss and bite his lips, amused when his arms grab my waist. I deepen the kiss, going at it for a little longer than I originally would.

“Well, someone’s in a spicy mood today,” he chuckles when I finally pull away, glancing down at me affectionately.

“Hello, Reese,” I greet.

He pulls out a chair beside me and lowers himself in it, taking my hand in his.

“Wow, you’re more beautiful than the last time I saw you,” he says, propping his head on his hands as he stares at me with a smile.

“You always know how to say the right things,” I grin, laughing lightly.

“I sit here for my morning coffee,” he says, pointing at a stool in front of the window. "If I knew you’d be here today, I’d have cleared my schedule so I could have more time with you."

He shakes his head, his wavy, dark blonde hair shaking with him, the bangs covering his eyes.

“Oh no, it’s fine. I know you’re very busy. Besides, I’m sort of...” I look at Enzo who’s still sitting with his mouth open wide. “... preoccupied.”

“Mm-hmm... I know how busy you can get. I guess I’ll see you later.” He places a kiss on my forehead and walks away.

“What the fuck was that?” Enzo’s irritated voice asks as he looks between me and Reese’s retreating figure.

“What?” I ask.

“Who’s that ?” he asks, still angry.

“That's Reese Arlin.”

I'm totally mesmerized by him as he walks away. He's a total Adonis with his ripped arms, chest, and broad shoulders from working out.

“He plans the best food dates. Understandable since he’s such a phenomenal chef and the heir to the Arlin Restaurants. He knows all the good restaurants and, best of all, he’s very decently hung and an absolute god with his tongue,” I clarify, fanning myself with my hands as I grin.

“Better than me?” Enzo asks, his jaws ticking.

I pause as I compare the two of them in my head. While Reese is an absolute sweetheart, saying he’s the best would be a lie. Enzo smiles triumphantly like he’s read my mind. I glare, absolutely hating his confidence.

“So, you have a boyfriend? You mean you cheated on your boyfriend?” he asks incredulously when he finally stops smiling.

I sigh. “I thought you did your research. Listen here, love. I don’t do monogamous relationships.”

“What?” he asks, blinking rapidly.

“I don’t do monogamous relationships, which means I have multiple boyfriends and they’re all fine with me,” I drawl.

Enzo looks like he's got the biggest math problem ever.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he says with a small laugh.

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