Page 10 of Enzo

She didn't even fight that one. It wasn't contacts.

Did you notice that everyone in that bar was male, and it wasn't a gay bar? I would have picked up on that.

Leave it to her libido to point out the fact she'd been trying to ignore all night long. She eyed the cage; the voice inside was quiet, and that more than anything bothered her. She turned and said thank you to her libido, which behaved most of the night.

Only because you wouldn't let me get my hands on Enzo. When I get a chance, all bets are off.

And that's why she needed to be locked up. A slight sound startled her, causing her hand to tighten around her mace. She needed to be paying more attention to her surroundings. She looked around to see nothing, but a black car parked on the curb. Had it been there when she walked past? She shrugged, not remembering. Her apartment building was coming into sight. She turned back around, walking faster. Her sense of danger was telling her to go faster. It wasn't safe outside anymore.

Almost at her complex door, she heard a noise and turned, holding her mace up, but she couldn't see anything. She went inside, taking the steps two at a time. Her keys were out; she flew into her apartment and leaned against the door after it shut.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Ven held the man by his throat, allowing him just enough air to breathe.

"I just wanted to introduce myself. It's not often you see a pretty lady like that alone. I was hoping to find out her name." The man rasped out, doing his best to keep his face innocent.

"Then allow me to give you a friendly word of advice. Stay away from that pretty lady, or you might find it hard to breathe." Ven melted into the shadows, deciding to watch over Enzo's female until daylight.

Chapter Five

The knock at hisdoor found Enzo wide awake. Ven was supposed to come back last night. The fact that he didn't meant something had happened.

"Come in," he growled, grabbing a pair of track pants before coming down the stairs.

"You look like you need coffee or the hair of the dog that bit you." Ven gave him a smart salute before going through the entry, angling for the kitchen.

"Nothing bit me last night; that's the problem." A picture of Deja with her teeth in his shoulder as she rode him was enough to make him growl again.

The kitchen was painted a bright yellow with a large table in the middle of the floor, and a coffee maker which was all Ven was interested in at the moment. It still amazed him that this backward planet had coffee and alcohol. If the rest of the universe knew...well, they'd be trying to take the planet over.

He took his cup when it was ready and went to sit at the old scarred wooden table.

"The building she is living in looks like it should be condemned. It looks like the new owners are trying to fix it up. They've ripped up floorboards and are tearing out fixtures from the empty apartments. Hers is the only one still occupied." Ven sat back and took a sip of his coffee. He still didn't know who the man from last night was.

"There was a man in a black car following her last night. She never noticed. I think she was just exhausted by the time she was walking home."

Enzo nodded, tightening his grip on his cup of coffee.

"What happened?"

"He got out of the car to approach her. I intercepted him. He claimed he just wanted to trade names because she was beautiful."

"Did you believe him?"

"No, he was lying. I couldn't pick up much from him; he was working for someone and whoever it was had him scared."

"Do you think she's in trouble?"

"Yeah, boss, I do."

Deja stretched, a smile coming to her face. Last night had been awesome. Okay, maybe it was just great or a little bit good. There was the everybody-about-to-lose-their-cool moment. There was also the moment Enzo kissed her, and he's hot as hell. A quick look at her alarm clock told her she'd slept for ten hours. Now she had some decisions to make, like how to spread her money out so she wouldn't be hungry at work.

There was also the fact that she could only stay here until the end of the month. The end of the month would be here in five days. She looked around, feeling sorry because she wasn't going to be able to take her things. Shelters wouldn't allow her to bringthem, besides she couldn't go to a shelter. She'd spoken with someone about moving into the shelter closest to her yesterday.

"Do you have a job?" the voice on the other end of the phone asked.

"I work in a club and don't get out until two in the morning, and then I have to get there."

"Do you have a vehicle to make the trip shorter?"

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