“There’s always people watching us, Daphne. Our fathers are too important for us to go unguarded or unnoticed.”
I always knew my father had protection, but I never really thought about someone watching over me or my brothers.
“Then I better put some clothes on.” I start to move, but Leo reaches out and grabs my hand.
“Let’s not panic,” he tells me as his fingertips scorch my flesh.
He’s the enemy.
I repeat that statement over and over again as Leo stares at me with those dreamy, sinful eyes.
I glance down, staring at the spot where our skin touches, and I know I need to take drastic measures. “Move it or lose it.”
“What are you going to do, little girl?” he taunts as he swipes his thumb across the underside of my wrist.
I don’t know what kind of women he’s used to being around, but the one thing I’m not is weak. Growing up with three brothers and a father who didn’t live on the up-and-up made it almost impossible for me to be a damsel in distress or anyone’s victim. I could punch like a guy and take down a man twice my size without breaking a sweat. It didn’t matter that I was naked; I could still put his ass on the floor.
“I’d hate to wrinkle your fancy suit,” I tell him, giving him a once-over before staring him straight in the eyes. The corner of Leo’s mouth twitches before he finally releases me. “I’ll ask again, why are you here, Leo?”
“I wanted to see you again.”
“Well, you saw me. All of me…again.” I point toward the door. “So, you can go now.”
Leo’s eyes narrow as he closes any remaining space between us. I hold my breath as he reaches out and brushes a few strands of hair behind my back with his fingers. Even though my breasts are inches from his face, his eyes are locked on mine and nowhere else.
“We’re not done,” he tells me again.
I can’t help but stare back at him.
“There’s no we, Leo. There never will be. There never can be. Whatever happened, happened. We’ll leave it at that. Two drunk people fucked. End of story. No big deal.”
Leo’s eyes darken, and he grips my wrist again, tethering himself to me. I know I should pull away, but there’s something about the way he’s looking at me that makes moving impossible. “First of all, I wasn’t drunk.”
“So, you took advantage of me? A drunk chick. Nice.” I know it’s a complete lie. He didn’t take advantage of me. I can guarantee I was more than willing. But I’m sticking to that as the reason why I slept with the son of my father’s mortal enemy.
“Bella.” He sweeps his hand under my hair and rests his palm against my neck. “Nothing happened.”
I’m not even listening to him. I’m too upset, mostly at myself, to even hear what he’s saying. “Hell, only a sleazebag would fuck a drunk girl.”
His tongue pokes out, dragging slowly across his bottom lip. I watch the smooth movement with my lips parted, making it impossible for me to deny the attraction much longer.
His fingers dig into the back of my neck, just below my hair, sending shock waves down my spine. “Daphne, I’m going to repeat this, and you’re going to be quiet and listen.”
I blink, taken aback by his bossiness and a little turned on.
“We went back to my place to talk. We made out a little bit, but you were so tired, you undressed in my living room and walked—well, mostly staggered—to my bed and collapsed. Nothing happened. I didn’t take advantage of you.”
“Oh.” I stare into his eyes and then realize he’s been lying to me. “Wait. What?”
“I’m not a sleazebag.”
“Okay.” I nod. I don’t know what else to do or say. I feel like an asshole, but come on, anyone in my shoes would’ve thought the same damn thing.
“I feel like shit that you left thinking we had sex. I needed to talk to you, and I want to take you on a real date.”
With the way he’s holding me and how he’s looking at me, thinking isn’t easy. “You what?”
Leo’s hot.
