“That is why I came,” Seven muttered.
He stared at Enzo’s hands, remembering just how much of his body was covered in ink. He mentally shook himself.Think of literally anything else.
“I want you to hear me out before you make any rash decisions,” Enzo started.
Seven’s shields immediately tried to return to their upright position. He slouched in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why are you being so dramatic? Are you trying to turn me into your sugar baby or something?”
Enzo’s gaze was hungry, predatory, like Seven was sitting there naked. “Are you applying for the position?”
Seven cocked a brow, tone growing flirty. “Maybe. What’s my allowance?”
Enzo’s lips twitched like he was trying not to smile. “I offer very generous compensation. But, unfortunately for you, I don’t do brats. I prefer my babies obedient.”
Something withered inside Seven’s chest, but he pushed it away. “You already did this brat, remember? So, we both know that’s not true.”
“I made an exception,” Enzo said.
“How benevolent of you,” Seven retorted, his chest burning. He kept his face expressionless even though he felt like he’d been gut-punched. “So, what am I doing here if you were so dissatisfied with my services?” When Enzo continued to study him, Seven rolled his eyes. “You could have just left me on read. You didn’t need to invite me to lunch to reject me. It’s not that serious.”
Enzo huffed out a soft laugh, the one that made him seem more human. “No, smart mouth, I invited you here to offer you an…opportunity.”
Seven blinked at him stupidly. “To what, exactly?”
Enzo studied his face. “I’m offering you a contract.”
“You want me to work for you?” Seven asked, frowning at him in confusion. “Like…an intern or something?”
“No,” Enzo said, leaning forward. “All jokes aside, I really enjoyed our night together. I think you did, too.”
Seven’s face grew hot. “And…” he hedged.
“I was wondering if you’d be interested in making it more of a…regular thing.”
Seven was reeling. “You just said I was too bratty to be your sugar baby, but now, you’re asking to be…what? My next maintenance dick appointment?”
Enzo huffed out a humorless laugh. “I’ve never heard it put quite that way before. I was thinking something a little more substantial than that.”
“Meaning what?” Seven said, exasperated. “Just spit it out.”
“I want to train you to be my new submissive.”
In flames one moment, doused in ice water the next. “Train me…like a dog?”
“Of course not.”
He wanted him to be his…what? Servant? His concubine? Wanted to teach Seven how to…service him? “I wasn’t aware that I was in need of training. You seemed more than satisfied that night.”
Seven should have known better. This was why he didn’t bother dating. This was why he stuck with one-night stands. Enzo should have just stayed a spicy memory.
Seven had been stupid to reach out again. This was all his fucking father’s fault.
“That’s not what I meant. You were amazing that night. If you weren’t, I wouldn’t have invited you to lunch.”
“To ask me if you could train me to fuck you the way you like?” Seven countered, seething.
He was being deliberately combative. He knew he was. But he was fighting the hurt clawing its way out of his chest.
Enzo looked surprised by his response. “At least hear me out.”
