Page 8 of Enzo

She nodded, knowing that adding the fact she drank water wouldn't help her case. Not even Fire knew she wasn't eating, mostly because her friend would try to feed her.

"Tell me, Deja." He sank into the chair across from her and looked at her with those otherworldly eyes.

No human male or female had eyes like his. Yep, they might commit her, but at this moment, she knew she was right. He wasn't human, and neither were the males in the other room. Too tall, too handsome, too charismatic, and too wild to be human.

She picked up some chips and munched on them even as she knew she was going to tell him the truth. There was no telling if she would make it out of here alive tonight, but she wasn't going to lie before she died. Instead, she told him the whole story. How she lost her job through downsizing. Then her landlord went up on the rent, making it hard for her to keep surviving. That was before he sold the building out from under the people that lived there. Now she had no savings and very little money, and not eating every day just seemed to make sense.

He sat there just looking at her while she fidgeted in the chair.

"Are you going to tell me? I know you're not human. None of you are."

He smiled wide, and nope, she couldn't miss his sharp canine teeth. Did they eat humans?

Her libido shot her a picture with her on her back and Enzo between her legs.And that's why I'm putting you in the cage.

He stood up and retrieved the second sandwich, handing it to her. "Eat."

"You're not going to tell me, are you?" She took a bite of her sandwich, happy to be able to fill her belly.

"You're on probation, twenty-nine days to go. You're going to come to work well-fed and serve drinks and be friendly and flirt—with me. When your trial period is over, you and I will be having a talk."

Not if I have a talk with him first. The voice in the cage was staring at him.

She nodded because this was the best offer she was going to get that didn't involve killing her and hiding the body or brainwashing her.

"How do you feel?" He reached out and stroked her cheek.

"I feel better now that I've eaten, thank you."

"Good." He stood and reached for her, pulling her to her feet. He drew her slowly to his body, giving her time to protest. Then he lowered his lips to taste her.

Her hands went to Enzo's shoulders, drawing him closer, wrapping herself in his scent that was as wild as the taste of his kiss. Her body rested against him as she tried to get closer to him.

Her arms held him tight as she grind against him just a little, liking the feel of his hard dick against her. She pulled away suddenly. "I'm sorry, are you okay? I didn't hurt you?"

"What do you mean?" His eyes were bright again, but this time, she could see the confusion in them, and her cheeks started to redden.

She didn't mean to call attention to her weight, but she didn't want to hurt him. She had a boyfriend once who insisted on going to the ER because he said she leaned on him. Needless to say, that ended their relationship, but it did make her more cautious with men.

"I thought I might have hurt you."

He shook his head, still looking baffled. "You're too little to hurt anyone."

He pulled her into his arms again, scent marking her so everyone would know she was his.

"I think the law of the land says you can't kiss me or hug me." She used his wording from earlier.

"Good thing that law doesn't apply to us."

"It doesn't?" she squeaked.

"Nope. Let's get you back behind the bar."

She nodded, feeling the warmth of his muscles beneath her cheek. His scent was better than any cologne she had ever smelled.

He took her hand and led her back out front.

The whole bar turned to watch them. One of the males spoke up, "She stinks again."

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