Page 66 of The Devil
I nod while a smile curves my lips.
Her features soften. “We just want the best for you, Jenna.”
I nod again, and when she leans in to give me a hug, I grip hold of her. I clear my throat and whisper, “Thank you for explaining everything. I needed to hear all of that.”
She rubs her hand up and down my back. “You have my phone number. Call or text if you need to talk about anything.”
“Okay.” I pull back and glance at the mansion.
“Go talk to Enzo. He’s probably losing his mind.”
I take a deep breath, then walk toward the glass doors. Cassia comes in behind me and shuts them.
When we get to the open space between the living room and the staircase, Enzo stands up from where he’s sitting on one of the couches.
“I’m going to head back to the motel,” Cassia says. “You two sit down and have a good heart-to-heart.”
I watch as she walks to the front door and lets herself out, and as silence fills the room, I begin to feel very nervous again.
“Come sit down,meu anjinho.”
Remembering what the words mean, a blush creeps up my neck as I move closer and take a seat on the other couch.
Enzo sits again, and leaning forward, he rests his forearms on his thighs, his eyes locking on me with an intense look.
I lower my head and link my hands, wondering where to start.
“Do you feel better after talking with Cassia?” he asks, his tone gentle.
I glance at the coffee table and only then remember my notepad is in the kitchen. I pull my phone out of my pocket, but as I unlock it to type my reply, I hesitate.
I take a few breaths before I gather all my courage and say, “Yes. She explained everything to me.”
“Good.” He’s quiet for a few seconds. “Look at me. I want to see your beautiful eyes.”
Oh gosh.
Right now, being painfully shy sucks because his compliment and the dominance in his tone make me blush something fierce.
I let out an awkward chuckle and shake my head.
“Look at me, Jenna,” he orders, his tone firmer.
My eyes dart to his, and it makes a satisfied expression bleed over his face. “Good girl.”
Holy mother of…whatever.
My brain short-circuits as I stare at Enzo with my mouth hanging open. Hearing him say those words has my stomach fluttering like crazy.
His eyes narrow on me, and he tilts his head as his teeth tug at his bottom lip in a way I can only describe as hot.
This time, my abdomen tightens, and the sensation is so intense, I place my hand over it.
My heart begins to beat incredibly fast, and I don’t know what to say, do, or where to look.
Crap, this is unnerving.
I end up staring at one of the buttons on his vest.
