“You don’t know who you’re fucking with, man.” Sean was still alpha posturing despite his obviously precarious situation, which interested India.
“As homoerotic as this is getting, can we move on?” India asked. “Time to feed me tacos.”
“Actually, speaking of erotic, I think he might be enjoying this,” Enzo said, shifting so their hips were aligned, shoving his body hard into Sean’s and leveling up the homoeroticism by ten thousand.
“You guys won’t start having sex right there, are you?” India asked, glancing up and down the hallway. “I might like to watch, but it’s a little public.”
Enzo barked a laugh, and Sean groaned. It was a little hard to tell if it was a groan of pleasure or annoyance. “Fuck no.” Okay, well that cleared it up.
India fidgeted with her purse as the action paused, both men breathing hard and staring each other down—or gazing longingly into each other’s eyes. Enzo grinned wickedly and leaned down and bit Sean, right where his shoulder met his neck. He bit hard enough that Sean moaned, but it didn’t seem to be a moan of pain, more one of pleasure. The elevator dinged and the sensual moment ended. Enzo let Sean go, and Sean turned stiffly to walk into the elevator, holding the folders in his hand in front of him in a way that made India wonder if he was hiding a hard-on.
“I think I’m going to masturbate to whatever just happened later,” India whispered to Enzo as they pushed the button for the next elevator. Enzo choked a little. She glanced down, and Enzo was noticeably hard, his dick a long, thick outline in his dress pants.
Enzo reached down to adjust his cock as if that was something you did in front of women who you were not dating. “I like you, India. And that man is like someone took every element of sexy and used it to sculpt him.”
“And he knows it, too. You’re gay?”
Enzo shook his head. “Nah. I guess I identify as bi? Mostly straight, with a side of occasional dick to mix things up. You make me hard too.”
“That should have been a really inappropriate statement, but...” India said.
“But...” Enzo winked and grinned at her. The elevator bell dinged, and they walked in, Enzo gaining the attention of every woman in the small cab.
“But don’t be getting any ideas. I identify as the sister of Spencer Moss.” That statement made Enzo lean back against the elevator rail and groan as if pained. Perhaps he was pained, if the massive bulge in his pants was telling her anything. He pulled her in front of him, her ass against his hips, possibly to hide his erection, or possibly because he was still posturing. Either way, his hardness settled between her cheeks nicely, and he let out a little sigh. She let him do it and told herself it was because pulling away from her supposed boyfriend would be too obvious and not because she wanted those big hands all over her.
Sean was still standing in the lobby when they walked out, staring sort of blankly at the cafe in front of him but not walking inside. “Your boss seems kind of lonely? Or sad,” Enzo said, glancing over at him.
“Dude. That’s what I keep saying,” India laughed. “Come on, let’s invite him to join us for tacos.” She stalked across the lobby, and Enzo followed, falling into the role of her security. This time Sean gave in to her invitation, and together, the three of them walked two blocks to a Mexican restaurant where the hostess seated them in a cozy booth.
Chapter 6 - Sean
Enzo slid into the booth next to India, across from Sean, and Sean looked at the couple before glancing around the restaurant, trying to figure out what the hell he was doing hanging out with his incompetent assistant and her massive brute of a boyfriend.
The restaurant wasn’t his style. It was a small Mexican place with slightly sticky tables and a menu that included various combo platters. India was rubbing her hands together and going on and on about tacos, and Enzo was staring at her, shaking his head. The big guy’s eyes warmed and softened every time he looked at her, and if Sean had been sentimental, he would have found it sweet. Instead, he found it obnoxious.
Enzo, tall, dark, and big everywhere, including the bulge in his pants, which Sean was a little embarrassed to notice. He had a wicked smile and a body that was essentially a wall of solid muscle. Clearly, India was with him for the sex, not his intellect. But why was Enzo dating India? She was pretty, in that unassuming way, but she didn’t seem like a match for someone with the pure physicality of this man. What would they even talk about? They were having a weird conversation at that moment that didn’t quite make sense.
“Your brother was so right, you’d suck at spy craft,” Enzo said. He pointed to something on the menu. India frowned and nodded.
“I would not suck at spy craft.” India glared at Enzo, then went back to her menu. Sean cleared his throat and both of them startled as if they had forgotten he was there. Even though they were both facing him. Clearly they both lacked basic powers of observation, so it was likely they would suck at spy craft, whatever they meant by that.
“Spy craft?” Sean asked. He poked at the menu, which was about as sticky as the tables.
India shrugged and boldly touched her sticky menu as a normal person would. The kind of normal person who wasn’t worried that sticky menus might infect them with something. “I come from a family of people who work for the government. They tease me a lot for...” She trailed off and shrugged. “Well, for pretty much my entire personality.”
“That explains what happened in my office,” Sean said.
“Wait a minute, what happened in your office?” Enzo asked, tensing as if he was going to somehow travel back in time and rescue her. Sean wondered for a moment if Enzo had met her through her family because the massive man had the distinctive look of the military about him. Even a little mention of danger had him in some kind of alert mode, like he was ready to kick someone’s ass.
“Why don’t we talk about anything but what happened in Sean’s office,” India said cheerfully. “In better news, after watching a dozen YouTube videos, I finally figured out that damn espresso machine.” She crossed her legs and flipped deeper into the massive, sticky menu, looking every bit the uptight administrative assistant. Sean gingerly turned the page on his menu, telling himself he could wash his hands once they ordered.
“You definitely didn’t figure out the espresso machine.” He shuddered at the thought of the coffee from that morning. He had no idea what she had done to get the coffee grounds floating in his cup like that, but he never wanted to taste the results again. Really, she should be fired, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that.
She deflated and started tearing a straw wrapper into tiny pieces. “I don’t know why that coffee machine has to be so annoying. It should obey me.”
“You could fire India,” Enzo said cheerfully. “For the bad coffee.” She whacked him on the chest, which didn’t seem to bother him at all.
“Shouldn’t your boyfriend be supportive of your career?”
