Page 4 of Faking It with the Enforcer

Good. I like that. A lot.

I like the idea of her squirming, of her being aware of me, of her feeling even a fraction of what I’m feeling right now.

“Mike’s told me so much about you,” she says, her eyes darting around the living room before landing back on me. “You guys are like, best friends.”

“We are,” I confirm, taking a step closer. Her eyes widen slightly, but she doesn’t move back. I can smell her now, a sweet,soft scent that reminds me of flowers and sunshine. I want to bury my face in her hair, in her neck, in her pussy, and breathe her in.

I want to taste her. Devour her. Consume her.

But I can’t. I want to, but I won’t. Because she’s too young and innocent for me and the fucked up things I want to do to her. Because she’s Mike’s little sister. Because she’s only here for a few weeks and then she’ll go back to Winnipeg.

“He said you’d look out for me,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “While I’m here.”

“I will,” I promise, my voice rough. I’ve only just met her, but I know I’d do anything to protect her. Keep her safe.

I’m in deep shit, here. I know that. I know that I’m way too old for her, that she’s too innocent, too pure. I know that Mike would murder me and piss on my grave if he knew the thoughts running through my head right now.

But I can’t stop them. I can’t stop the images flashing through my mind: Emily underneath me, on top of me, against the wall, bent over the couch. I can’t stop the lust coursing through my veins, the primal, animalistic need to claim her, to mark her, to make her mine.

Not that any of that is ever going to happen.

“Let me show you to your room,” I say, jerking my head towards the far side of the penthouse. I must be thrilling her with my conversational skills right now.

“Okay.” She falls into step beside me, and I’m struck by how fucking tiny she is next to me. She doesn’t even come up to my collarbone. And because I’m a sick fuck, that only makes me want her more.

I lead Emily down the hallway, trying to ignore the soft, sweet scent of her. Even though I keep my eyes trained straight ahead, I can feel her presence like a physical touch, and it’staking every ounce of self-control I have not to reach out and take her small hand in mine.

“This is you,” I say, pushing open the door to the guest room. It’s decorated in neutral tones, the large bed piled high with pillows. The far wall is nothing but windows, offering a stunning view of the Toronto skyline.

Emily brushes past me, her arm grazing mine, and I have to suppress a shudder at the contact. She strides into the room gracefully, her wide eyes taking it all in.

“Wow,” she breathes, turning back to look at me. “This is…this is amazing, Wolf. Thank you so much for letting me stay here.”

I shrug, leaning against the door frame. I don’t miss the way her gaze skims over my shoulders, my arms, down my torso. “It’s no big deal. Anything for Mike. And…” I lick my lips and swallow. “I want to make sure you’re safe while you’re here.”

She smiles at that, her green eyes sparkling like jewels. “Well, I appreciate it. Really. I’m used to Winnipeg, and I thought that was a big city, but this…” Her gaze drifts back to the windows. “This is something else.”

“I thought so too when I first got here.”

“Where are you from, originally?”

“North Bay,” I say. It’s a small city about five hours north of Toronto on the shores of Lake Nippising. “The first time I tried to take the subway, I got on going the wrong way and ended up on the opposite end of town. But I did find the best Chinese dumpling place in the city, so…” I shrug. “Silver lining, I guess.”

Wow. Who am I right now? Is this flirting? Am I trying to flirt? If so, my flirting’s even worse than my wrist shot.

Her eyes sparkle again, and fuck, do I like being the one to make them do that. “Thankfully, I don’t think I need to take the subway to get to the school. It’s walkable from here.”

I shake my head. “I’ll drive you. Or, if I’m not available, I’ll have a car sent for you. I don’t want you walking in the freezing cold, or after dark.”

“Oh,” she says, a little breathless, and her cheeks are pink again. “Thank you. I…that’s really nice.” A moment stretches between us as our eyes lock, and then she clears her throat and looks away. “Mike will be relieved to hear that you’re helping me out. But…” She looks down at her hands, then picks at a non-existent piece of lint on her leggings. “I hope I won’t be too much of a bother while I’m here. I know your schedule must be slammed, what with hockey and everything…”

“You won’t be a bother,” I say, the words coming out rougher than I intended. Her eyes snap up to meet mine, and there’s a moment of charged silence between us. I clear my throat, looking away. “If you need anything, just let me know, okay? I want you to feel at home here.”

She nods, her cheeks flushing that delicious shade of pink again. “Okay. Thank you, Wolf.”

Our eyes meet again, and this time it’s like a punch to the gut. There’s something there, something real and raw and powerful. And in that moment, I know. I know that I could fall in love with this girl. I could fall hard and fast and completely in the blink of an eye.

But I also know that I can’t let that happen. That I shouldn’t. That it would be wrong on so many levels.

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