8
ROMEO
Juliet sat back with a groan.We were on the floor again, facing each other with our legs touching, Thai food containers scattered around us.
I couldn’t stop staring at Juliet’s thighs in her painted-on jeans. I kept having to adjust myself so she didn’t see my hard-on, but fuck, I wanted her. I wanted to drag her onto my lap, press that hot little pussy against my cock, and make her feel so good the only thing she could do was cry out my name.
“You ordered too much food,” she said.
I blinked, brought back to reality. “No such thing as too much food,” I scoffed, but the stack of untouched containers mocked me in the corner. She might have aslightpoint. I was used to ordering takeout for a lot more people—Sofiya, Sienna, Matteo, Angelo, Enzo, plus leftovers for whoever was coming in on night watch.
“You got a fridge here?”
She nodded.
I shrugged. “Good. You can have leftovers, then. If you want them.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really? You’re sure that’s okay?”
I cocked my head to the side. “Of course it’s okay.”
She did a happy wiggle, and I grew more confused. She was this excited about takeout leftovers? I had the strange urge to have food sent here daily.
She stood, and suddenly, my face was level with her pussy. If I just leaned forward, I could…
I stifled a groan when she fuckingbent downto grab the containers. Her ass was so plump and tempting. I wanted each cheek to fill my hand as I squeezed…
“I’m just going to put these in the fridge,” she said, standing with a stack of containers.
I leapt up, grabbing the boxes from her. Juliet shouldn’t have to carry anything. She gave me a curious expression as she led me to the small fridge at the back of the store.
“I’m going to use the restroom.” She hesitated for a moment. “Will you still be here?”
There was something vulnerable in her expression that made me want to pull her to my chest and never let go. I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to bask in Juliet’s starlight as long as I could, even though it was unfair to her. The longer I stayed, the more at risk she was.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Her shy smile made it worth it.
I headed back to the desk area to clean things up, but paused when my eye caught on an envelope with the Empire Properties logo. It was one of Matteo’s legitimate businesses, and I was technically the CFO. That meant this letter was just as much my business as it was Juliet’s. At least, that’s what I told myself as I pulled it out of the already-opened envelope. My chest tightened as I scanned the contents.
My head snapped up at the soft sound of Juliet’s footsteps. “What is this?” My voice was harsh as I held up the envelope.
Her brow furrowed as she plucked it out of my hand. “My private mail?”
“It says there’s a rental increase on the bookstore. Is that normal?”
Juliet placed the letter back in the mail stack, smoothing it out with her hand. She didn’t look at me as she shrugged. “Yeah. I mean, I think it’s normal for rent to increase.”
“Can you pay it?”
A little line appeared between her eyes. “I’ll figure it out.”
Nope. I didn’t like that answer.
I stepped up behind her, my arms caging her against the desk. “Are you lying to me, angel?”
She squirmed, but it just meant her body brushed against mine. “This isn’t your problem, Romeo.”