Page 34 of Enforcer's Obsession

She was sitting in the center of my bed, her legs crossed giving me a full view of her soft luscious brown thighs.

She blinked in surprise. “I’m sorry. I was cold and the floor was hard and I’m tired…”

“It’s fine,” I said, shrugging.

And it was.

Her sitting there didn’t bother me at all.

In fact, she looked…perfect, looked like everything I had never even known to dream of.

And I was reminded again that this sweet, seemingly innocent girl was dangerous.

“What’s that?” she asked as I approached and set a tray on the bed.

“I asked if you were hungry before, and I didn’t get an answer. So, I’m asking again. You hungry?” I asked.

She looked like she wanted to say no, but before she could speak, I heard her stomach rumbling.

She smiled, the expression unguarded, genuine—and breathtaking.

“I guess I’ll save the lie,” she said with a little giggle. I didn’t respond, and instead watched as she looked at the bag skeptically, then back at me.

But the aroma coming from the bag must have made the decision for her.

She reached for the bag and peeled it open slowly.

“I would ask if there’s poison in this, but you don’t strike me as the type,” she said, pulling back part.

There was a faint smile on her lips, one I tried my hardest to ignore.

“What does that mean?”

She studied me for a moment. “I don’t know if I should answer that.” She reached into the bag. “Wow!” she said.

“Wow what?” I asked.

“So fancy. This place is in the lobby of the building where I pick up dog-grooming clients sometimes,” she said.

“You like it?” I asked, for some reason far too invested in her answer.

But the idea of pleasing her, doing something to put that smile back on her face was undeniable.

She chuckled. “It’s alittlebit out of my budget, but the people who go seem to love it,” she said.

“Why didn’t you answer my question?” I said, bringing us back to the previous topic.

“I was hoping you forgotten that,” she responded.

“I don’t forget much.” I cocked me head to the side and studied her.

She huffed, but then said, “Poison is subtle. You seem too direct for that.”

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. “Do you always develop opinions on what murder methods people might employ?” I asked.

“Not before today. But after a girl gets thrown into the trunk of a stranger’s car, it tends to give her a different perspective,” she said.

She looked at me through hooded eyes, trying to see how I would respond.

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