Page 6 of Daring Enzo

I know he smells good, Kelly, but you do not want to touch that man. He doesn’t work for you.

The last thing I want is someone as controlling as him in my life. I’m a butterfly person. Freedom is my whole thing. I don’t even do exclusive relationships. I have multiple lovers. A man like Enzo wouldn’t know how to process.

“Here’s your room, Jenna,” I say, pushing the door open and taking her in. She plops on the bed, her legs and arms moving like she is making a snow angel. I laugh at the sight. It’s been a long time since she’s been so free, what with taking care of a child and being tired all the time. Although it was tedious, I’m glad she did not have to be the designated mom tonight.

“Oh, this is so soft, Kelly. Come feel it,” she mutters sleepily.

I sit beside her, but not to feel the bed. I take her earrings and shoes off so she can sleep comfortably. She still has makeup on, but we can't do anything about it. She’ll deal with it in the morning.

Jenna had drunk so much more than everyone else. This was the first time she could finally drink again after she stopped breastfeeding, so understandably, she overdid it. At first, I had all of us link arms so no one would get left behind or fall as we searched for our rooms. Jenna’s bigger than all of us, making it usually much easier for her to do it. But I had a HARD time.

This task has been the most arduous I’ve had in all our years of friendship. I almost feel bad for Jenna, who’s been stuck as the designated driver and mom of the group for so long. I stop short of tripping over Louisa, who’s lying on the floor. I sigh as I bend down, tempted to join her, and simply pass out right there. It makes more sense now why Jenna was always more tired after our nights out.

“Come on, Lou. It’s your turn. Please don’t make this hard for me,” I say pleadingly.

“Oh okay,” she gets up quickly, bumping her head against mine.

“God…damn…” I hold my forehead as pain explodes, trying not to shout.

Louisa giggles and stands fast. She swoons and holds the wall. “Oh, I feel sick.”

I panic as she bends over, but she lets out a belch and straightens herself again. “Come on,” she beckons like she’s been waiting for me.

I grab her hand and lead her out of Jenna’s suite. Thankfully, their rooms are on my floor. I push her door open when we get there and drag her to bed. “Goodnight, Lou.”

“Okay. I love you,” she says as she sits on the bed. I smile at her words. Although all of this was so difficult, her words made it kind of worth it.

“I love you too,” I smile at her and reply. I take off her shoes and jewelry. Just like Jenna, she has some makeup on her face, her eyes are drooping. I know it’s time for her to go to sleep.

My feet hurt as I walked out of her room. I walk in the direction I just came from. My room is between Jenna’s and Louisa’s as everyone’s room numbers had been assigned alphabetically. I look for my room number and sigh happily when I reach it. I can’t wait until I go to bed.

I push the door open and sigh again, taking off my shoes. I leave them where I remove them and walk further into the room, not bothering to turn on the light as I shut the door and secure my keycard. I let my dress and panties slide off my body and step out of them, happy to be naked. The feeling of freedom is blissful.

Sounds of running water reach my ears as I head for the shower. I frown. Did the staff leave the water on without realizing it? I hope it won't flood the room.

Pushing the door open, I am halted in my tracks by the scene before me. Lorenzo is underneath the shower, his hand running over his hair as the water rinses the soap suds away. My eyes gravitate downward, scanning the length of his gorgeous body, noting to memorize every delicious movement of muscle underneath his skin. I look up just as he turns in my direction, his eyes open.

“Holy shit!” Enzo jerks back wildly. “What the fuck?! What are you doing here?”

His questions pull me out of my trance. He reaches down to cover his junk, his eyes staring frantically around the bathroom space, but I’ve already seen it.

Fuck, that’s deliciously big.

My mouth is dry from how gorgeous he looks with the water caressing his skin like I wish my hands could. He has a gorgeous back, but the front? Mentally, my eyes are closed in bliss and I’m giving him two thumbs up.

He’s even more gorgeous when wet and naked than he is with clothes on, and that's something.

His panicked dance pulls my eyes to his strong thighs and his hands covering his groin draw my attention to his washboard abs and the very prominent ‘V’ above the thick John his hands are protecting. I refrain from biting my lip and look up to meet his gaze.

Aw… he’s shy. I guess he’s more tame than I thought. Or maybe I just surprised him.

His beautiful face frozen in shock. His eyes show his disbelief, and his lips for a perfect “O”. We lock gazes and in a single vulnerable moment of shock, I feel the spark of a genuine connection… something deep and heartfelt… like our souls sing to have met each other again. His expression shifts as I watch, his gaze falling from my face to rest a little lower down.

Oh, right! I’m naked too.

The shock is quickly replaced by awe as he gives me a very thorough once-over. His eyes widen when they reach my face again; he looks away immediately as if he realizes he’s staring at a woman naked. I sigh and raise a brow at his action. I’m confident in my body, so I’m not ashamed of being naked in front of him. Besides, it’s not that big of a deal.

“What are you doing here?” his voice is strained, and his eyes bounce from my face to the room behind me. I smile. It’s cute he won’t look at me.

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