Page 53 of Enforcer

“Then I’ll go where I please, and you’ll be beside me.”

“Is this a test? Are you testing me?” I ask.

She only smirks, turns, and grabs her bag, swinging her hips delicately as she walks toward the door. Her ass in that onesie is fucking mind-blowing, and I make a mental note to buy her every color and print there is, especially if I get to unzip her every morning like a present on Christmas day.

“Come on, we have important business, remember?” she taunts as I shake my head and grab my keys off the sofa table.

Something beneath her surface, something dark, haunts her—that made her erect the walls she keeps her heart and soul behind. I feel she’s testing me with her little get-up, but I don’t know why.

Determined to pass, I open the door and let her exit before locking up and slipping my hand into hers as we head for the elevators.

“It’s going to be a long fucking night,” I groan as I hit the button for the sub-level.

She nods. “Hence the pajamas.”

I narrow my eyes at her as she looks up at me innocently. There’s not an innocent bone in this woman’s body. She was bred by the Devil himself to wreak havoc on the world and every man who encounters her.

I know because she’s doing a fucking number on me.

“Maybe I should’ve worn some of my own. Though, if I need to fight, I’d look ridiculous,” I tell her.

She cups my face, smiling sweetly. “I’ll get you a onesie.”

I laugh as the elevator opens. A man in a suit stands outside with his briefcase, eyeing Alyssa up and down with a brow perked.

She slips her hand back into mine and leads me out of the elevator and into the parking garage, not giving him even a second of her time.

“We’re not taking the Maserati tonight, are we?” she asks.

I shake my head. “No. We’re taking the Range Rover. More space.”

“Right,” she says as I hit the key fob to unlock it. “Stakeouts need space.”

“No, tesoro, that’s not what I need space for.”

Her eyes widen as a pretty blush fills her cheeks, and I thumb it as I open the door for her.

I buckle her seatbelt, only wanting to linger in her scent and the bubble we’re in a moment longer before returning to the real world. “So,” I ask, hovering near her face once the belt clicks. “What do you feel like eating.”

“At the moment?” she breathes, leaning in and dancing with me in a battle of wills.

I grin. “It’s hard to get work done around you, tesoro.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she says.

“I have a feeling you take everything as a compliment,” I snort, pulling back and slamming her door.

I take a moment at the back of the Rover to adjust my cock and let my body calm. Maybe bringing her with me wasn’t such a good idea after all.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

ALYSSA

We got pizza, beer, and cinnamon bread for dessert. Maneuvering the pizza slices onto plates was a feat in itself in the Range Rover, but now we’ve moved on to questions and beer as we watch the warehouse head for any signs of life.

Dante told me we’ll be here until someone shows, which could be a while.

“Favorite color?” The question is shot at me rapid-fire, and I hope he’s not going to play this game like this the entire time. I hate being put on the spot.

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