Page 82 of Unspoken Promises

Once inside, I drop onto the nearest chair and smooth my hand over the box Enzo had couriered. He got this today in San Francisco?

He bought me a present?

I pull apart the black bow and tear through the layer of simple white wrapping paper. Inside is a box from a shop I don’t know but has very fancy packaging. It’s a little black dress.

It’s a simple, elegant slip dress made of luxurious fabric so delicate and thin I’m almost afraid to touch it. It’s beautiful, and he got it just for me. For tonight. For my very first date ever.

Maybe Enzo was right that we should have waited, not because my virginity is something I need to make a hugedeal out of, but because this quiet day without him, this very moment of holding a dress in my hands that he bought me… all this anticipation and the butterflies? It’s making me want him more.

The one thing I didn’t learn much about in years of watching porn and servicing myself was foreplay. I assumed, though, that it had to do with some sort of soft touches beforehand, like a longer version of what I’ve seen online. Little did I know foreplay can begin before you’re even in the same room. My body buzzes with electricity of what’s to come.

Enzo sure as hell knows how to handle a woman, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

Just then, my phone beeps.

ENZO

Pick you up at 7.

My stomach flutters uncontrollably. I am so damn smitten right now. Absolutely swooning out of my chest, and the anticipation is killing me. I try a coy response that might have him hinting at what we’re doing tonight.

ME

Let me know where to meet you. I don’t give out my address to strangers.

ENZO

Good girl.

Oh my good Lord.

ENZO

I’ll pick you up at the house. Can’t wait to see you in that dress.

Butterflies explode in my stomach, through my every limb, and any thoughts of Anton’s text or my identity change or still needing to figure out these GhostEye hacks are truly a thing of the past.

They say love makes you blind.

I’m not sure that’s true, because right now I see Enzo’s naked, rock-hard body between my legs and his perfect stiff cock nested in my slit. I can see it all, the flex of his muscles as he holds on to my hips and a jet-black lock falling over his forehead, his features straining when his cock sinks into me.

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Enzo Mendez isgorgeous at the worst of times. At his best, he’ll make a woman breathless.

When he knocks on his own door to pick me up, I open it to see him in a pressed shirt, jacket and jeans, and a cowboy belt buckle, just one of those things that Enzo hangs on to of his deepest roots. I love that about him. Enzo knows who he is. Despite living in luxury and being rich beyond most people’s imaginations now, he still values everything that brought him here.

He’s still just a country boy, and though he doesn’t have it on at the moment, I sure as hell want to wear his hatand ride this cowboy.

“You look exquisite, Miss Scott.”

My tummy flips at the formality.

“You scrub up nice, too, Mr. Mendez.”

He offers me his arm, and we step out into the dusky night. The warm breeze of the day turns cooler with every crunch of our footsteps. The sun sets in the distance over the beautiful mountains. Crickets chirp, and the path lighting comes on only moments into our walk. My heart pounds with excitement as this is the first time ever Enzo and I can talk like normal human beings instead of like two people trying to figure each other out.

Does he have any idea how much he means to me? It’s been a short amount of time, but without him, none of this would be possible. I wouldn’t have a job. I wouldn’t have friends. I wouldn’t be experiencing the giddiness and the excitement of all this. Despite lurking problems, my life has never had more promise. It’s never been more worth living.

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