Page 39 of His Enforcer

“Asshole,” I murmur as he disappears into the bathroom.

His only response is, “Throw the sheets in the wash before you go.”

Well, fuck. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep last night. I should have gotten up and left after he recorded me, but I didn’t. And now here I am, embarrassed, leaving his house with my tail between my legs. I shouldn’t listen to him, should just leave the sheets on his bed for him to deal with.

Just as I think it, Luca exits the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his skin damp from the shower.

“Don’t make me put you over my fucking knee,” he says as he eyes the still-made bed.

“Fuck off,” I grunt, realizing I’m still naked and covered in my own mess.

He moves up beside me and his fingers drag up my armto my shoulder. I feel his fingertips dig into my muscle and I hold my breath as he speaks.

“Don’t forget who I am,” he says, his lips brushing against my ear.

I shiver and when he steps away, I move toward the bed, wrenching the sheets off and balling them against my chest.

“Where the fuck do I put these?” I ask, not meeting his eyes. I refuse.

“Down the hallway,” he says, turning into the closet and leaving me to move out of the bedroom. I stuff the soiled sheets into the washing machine and turn it on before leaning against it and glancing down at my naked body, cum still on my skin from last night and this morning.

I need a fucking reality check. And a shower.

And what I really need is to get out of here.

Pushing myself up, I return to Luca’s bedroom and quickly search for my clothes. I can’t be naked around him any longer. Bad things happen when I am.

I grab my wrinkled clothes from the floor and tug them on just as Luca appears from the closet, looking as suave as ever in a three-piece suit.

“I have a guest arriving soon,” he says, and I stare at him. “So I won’t be needing you to stay.”

I don’t say anything, just button up my jeans, tug my shirt down my chest, and run a hand through my messy hair. I need a fucking haircut.

“Fine,” I grumble, and Luca’s lips quirk slightly. He likes me flustered. And I am. I’m fucking curious what he has going on this morning that doesn’t require me.

Not that it’s any of my business. I’m not burning up at the thought he might have a woman coming by.

I’m not.

I turn on my heel, stopping at the front door to toe on my shoes. Luca is right behind me, his presence almost suffocating.

Hate that he’s so big, that he makes me feel so much.

With a twist of my hand, I pull the door open, startling a beautiful woman on the other side. She’s wearing a sleek pantsuit, her hair done up, her lips bright red.

“Oh, you surprised me,” she says with a small laugh, a hand to her chest.

“Come on in, Alina. Right on time.”

“I remember you,” she says to me and then holds her hand out for me to shake.

I manage a small smile and a nod. “Nice to see you again.”

She squeezes me gently and then cocks her head. “I haven’t seen you at the club since.”

Luca clears his throat behind me, and I force myself not to look. “I’ve been busy.”

“Shame. It was quite the show you gave us. Luca talked about it often.” That makes my head snap back, and Luca grumbles under his breath. “It seems you made quite the impression. On both of us.”

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