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After a quick moment of hesitation, I tap out my address and send it to him. Instantly, I'm hit with a cocktail of feelings. I'm a bundle of nerves, totally thrilled and a little scared, all rolled into one.

But let's be honest, there's also this electric buzz of excitement—Enzo is hands down the hottest guy I’ve ever chatted with, and thinking about him being my first ... well, it's kind of thrilling.

All the same, it’s not like I’m committing to anything. I barely know this guy, and I’m not about to give him my virginity simply because he’s insistent. If he’s pushy, I’ll send him on his way, simple as that.

Needing to do something with all this pent-up energy, I spring into action and start tidying up my already clean apartment. I fluff up the pillows, straighten out the magazines, and give the floor a quick sweep.

Once the place is looking sharp, I dash off to my wardrobe and pick out something that feels both comfy and cute. While I'm changing, I can’t help but replay our entire chat in my head—the flirty texts, his asking for my address, his curiosity about me.

It’s all pretty overwhelming and a tad surreal. But underneath all that, there’s this simmering excitement and anticipation about what might happen when Enzo finally gets here.

Chapter 6

Enzo

I’m grinning as I gun the engine of my Bentley, the car roaring to life.

I punch in Mandy's address and note that it's not the finest part of town. The thought of her innocence, still untouched despite her undeniable appeal, intrigues me as I weave through LA's streets.

The city at night is an entirely different beast; lights streak past, casting shadows that flicker like the pulse of the city itself. Moving from the opulent Hollywood Hills down to her simpler neighborhood, the shift is stark.

The high-rise glamor gives way to the more modest, gritty parts of the city where life seems a little rougher.

As I drive, I think about our sizzling text exchange, how it quickly escalated, and the raw heat it sparked in me. Hell, I’m still half-hard.

It's not just her looks that have me hooked, but her mystery. The leather of the steering wheel is cool beneath my grip, anticipation buzzing in my mind.

As I draw closer to her place, readiness takes over. I'm used to controlling, to getting what I desire, but Mandy promises something more—a challenge, an enigma to unravel.

Tonight could very well redefine the game.

I park down the street, taking in the lower middle-class vibe of the neighborhood. The houses are older, each carrying the weight of years of neglect, and her parents' place fits right in—old and crying out for repairs.

The garage beneath her apartment is cramped, hinting at the modest space above.

Stepping out of my car, I approach the house. Dogs bark in the distance, and I can hear the drone of a police siren from somewhere nearby.

I don’t like the scene one bit. This is no place for a woman like Mandy.

I approach her apartment, glancing into the interior of the house. It looks just as rundown inside as the exterior would suggest. It’s strange; I barely know the woman, but all the same, I can’t ignore the urge I feel to take her from this place.

There’s a set of stairs that leads to the room above the garage. I go up and knock on the door.

She opens the door quickly, and the nervousness in her eyes is almost endearing. She’s freshened up for my arrival, dressed simply in a tank top and shorts, her hair casually piled on her head, looking effortlessly stunning.

“Hey.”

She seems nervous but in an excited way. The sight of her causes my heart to pound, my gaze sweeping along her toned legs, lingering on her breasts. I'd suspected a killer body was hidden under her black server’s uniform, and I was right. It’s one thing to see it in a picture but a whole other thing to see it in person.

“Evening.” It takes all the restraint I have not to pounce on her like a wild animal, to devour her on the spot.

“You want to come in?”

“That’s why I’m here.”

She steps aside, sweeping her hand toward the interior of her apartment with a warm awkwardness.

Mandy closes the door behind me and turns the lock with a soft click. I glance down, taking in the sight of her perfect, round ass. My cock pulses to life.

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