Page 36 of Broken Deal

“Ace,” I retort, lifting an eyebrow and leaning forward slightly.

His gaze shifts purposefully from my eyes to my mouth then to my cleavage, where it lingers.

“Stop checking me out, Lorenzo. Have some manners,” I snap, my cheeks heating with the way his eyes shamelessly linger there for another beat before looking up.

“Don’t act like you hate it,” he says with a cocky smile.

“Oh, please.” I roll my eyes. “I’ve seen better attention from a stray dog.”

He laughs, leaning in and wrapping me in his charming presence. “If you say so,” he says then stands and drops a few hundred dollars on the table. “By the way, I’ll be picking you up tomorrow, bright and early.”

“For what?” I frown.

“For our summer adventure, of course.” He winks. “And Sophia?” He thins his lips, trying to hold back a smile. “Maybe ease up on the resistance? I bet we’ll both have more fun if you don’t fight it,” he says, letting another suggestive comment hang as he walks away.

You’re playing with fire, Sophia.

Yes, I am. And I’m having entirely too much fun, even though I know I shouldn’t.

1 Beautiful.

2 Beautiful.

Am I being stood up?

That’s the first question that pops into my head as I knock on Sophia’s door—again.

“I swear to God, Blue, if you’re ignoring me,” I shout.

She opens the door, stretching her arm with a yawn. Her hair is in a messy bun, and she’s wearing the tiniest pair of shorts with a white tank top that leaves nothing to the imagination. My cock stiffens at the sight of her peaked nipples, and I stifle a groan, wanting nothing more than to yank that top and have my way with her. If I remember correctly—and let’s be honest here, this is all I’ve been thinking about lately—she more than enjoyed my tongue tracing slow, delicious circles on her nipples. Man, what I would give to feel her again.

What a way to keep yourself in check. Fantastic job, Enzo.

I shake my head, reality gawking at me. For one, she forgot I was going to pick her up. And two, she’s opening the door to God knows who dressed like this?

I flex my fingers, making a fist. “Do you go opening the door to every random stranger looking like this?”

The half-asleep look on her face leaves instantly as she snaps her gaze to mine. Her eyes are as intense in the morning, and just as beautiful. I almost wish I hadn’t looked.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” she replies nonchalantly.

I push her gently to the side and walk into her apartment. “Okay, but what if it wasn’t me? That’s not cool, Blue. That’s dangerous.”

She turns around and leans against the door frame, letting out a small frustrated sigh as she tries to flick away a stray hair that keeps falling in front of her face. When the hair settles back in the same spot, she scowls at it as if it’s deliberately bothering her. I struggle to keep a smile in check, because the whole thing is too fucking adorable.

“Oh, why, yes, Lorenzo. Come in. Make yourself at home.” She scowls. “And no one asked you to be my keeper.”

Her apartment is tiny and very minimalistic. There are not a lot of decorations, which honestly surprises me. Sophia has this happy and loud personality, and I thought her apartment would reflect that. She has a small gray sectional couch and a wooden rectangular coffee table with some storage underneath, which is currently filled with books.

I walk to her living room, grab a random book from the coffee table, and throw myself on the couch with a smile plastered all over myself. “Why, yes, thank you. Totally will,” I quip, getting comfortable on her sofa and opening the book at a random page. “And stop answering the door looking like that. I don’t give a fuck if I sound like your keeper or not.”

She closes the door with a groan and mutters to herself as she heads to the living room. Standing in front of me, shetakes the book from my hands and crosses her arms. The movement pushes her tits together, and I’m trying to be respectful and not look, but fuck. I start to focus on her face instead. Sophia is very beautiful. And I don’t mean in a sexual way. I mean, yes, she’s hot, but this look makes her look very real. I think out of all the times the universe has allowed me to lay my eyes on her, this look is the best one yet. Her cheeks are slightly pink, like she’s naturally sunburned, and she has a few freckles all around her face. They’re very faint, barely noticeable unless youreallylook. And God knows I have no problem staring at this woman. Her eyes are slightly puffy, giving her this sleepy face, and somehow, her eyes shine more brightly when she’s not wearing makeup.

She’s too damn beautiful for her own good.

My legs seem to move on their own as I get up from the couch and stride over to her. I gently brush the stray hair from her face that has been bothering her and tuck it behind her ear, my eyes locking onto hers. “Your eyes,” I whisper, amazed. “They shine so brightly in the morning. Has anyone ever told you that before?”

Her eyebrows knit in surprise as her gaze scrutinizes me. Her look is so intense, it’s like I’m under a magnifying glass and she’s trying to study every part of me, pierce my soul until she can discover every thought, every secret, and every scar. And in other circumstances, I would let her take everything from me—no questions asked. Instead of focusing on the looming realization, I take this rare opportunity to admire every inch of her face yet again. Her perfect face, may I add.

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