Lordes Thorne was the co-founder of the firm. There was rarely an occasion for them to talk. “Why exactly does she want to talk to me?”
“Who knows?” Drucilla said, her lip curling like she’d smelled something bad. “Maybe she wants to make you a partner or something. Haven’t they been threatening that for years now?”
They had.
Enzo didn’t really care about making partner. It would help to keep his family’s extracurricular activities hidden, but it wouldn’t enhance Enzo’s already comfortable life. “Maybe. Just clear my calendar, move things around. Let me know if any clients give pushback.”
“‘Kay,” she said, turning on her heel without so much as a goodbye.
Enzo watched her leave before his gaze snagged on Seven. He was perched on the corner of another intern’s desk—a bubbly little blonde named Katy with a Y. He wore caramel-colored khakis that were practically painted on and a creamy cable knitsweater with a zipper at the neck. His laugh cut through the office at whatever the other intern said, earning smiles from the others.
They loved Seven. Everyone did.
Enzo’s insides burned as the two bantered playfully. He glanced down at the demand letter he was supposed to be drafting, then leaned back in his chair, grinding the heels of his palms into his eye sockets, hoping that when he removed them, Seven would have magically disappeared from view.
He was surprised to find it worked. Seven was no longer at the intern’s desk or his own. Instead, he was sitting at Owen’s desk. Did Grayson think it was appropriate to allow an intern to do that? Did he not see how it made them look overly familiar with each other? Enzo told himself he should invite Seven out and explain it to him before others started getting suspicious of the boy’s relationship with his new boss.
As he crossed the office, he could feel the confused glances of the others in the bullpen, which was filled with interns and paralegals. Enzo couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a reason to visit Grayson’s office. He didn’t knock right away, just lounged against the door frame waiting for Seven to notice him.
When it was clear that wouldn’t happen without help, he forced himself to give a cheerful, “Hey.”
Seven flinched, but didn’t otherwise acknowledge him.
He knocked softly on the frame. “Hello?”
“I have a name,” Seven muttered. “Though you probably don’t even remember it.”
“Stanley, wasn’t it?” Enzo teased, wincing internally when Seven gave him a scathing look.
Right, Seven hated his dad. With good reason, it seemed.
“Sorry,” Enzo said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I come in peace.”
“I don’t care how you come. I’m busy.”
Was that meant to be as suggestive as it sounded? His dick clearly thought so. What was it about this kid that drove Enzo crazy?
Enzo realized he’d been too wrapped up in Seven’s accidental innuendo to acknowledge he’d spoken when Seven flicked those beautiful pale green eyes at him. “What do you want?”
“I, uh, wanted to see if I could take you to lunch?” Enzo asked, cursing himself for feeling nervous.
Seven snorted, returning to his work. “Why? Is there another sex contract you’d like me to sign?” he asked loudly.
Enzo’s eyes went wide, and he jerked around to see if anyone had been within earshot. “Damn, kid. Why not just tell the whole office? Wanna put it in the company newsletter?”
“Maybe,” Seven said, his tone deceptively conversational. “Letting everyone know what a douchebag you are seems like a public service.”
Enzo huffed out a humorless laugh. “Trust me, there isn’t a soul in this building who doesn’t know what a douchebag I am. It probablywasin the newsletter at some point.”
Something felt floaty in his chest as he watched Seven fighting back a smile. It was gone as quickly as it came.
He didn’t look up when he said, “I can’t. I have plans with Owen.”
“Owen?” Enzo muttered. “Already on a first-name basis? That was fast.”
Seven tossed down the pen in his hand, leaning back to glower at Enzo. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Enzo scoffed. “You tell me,” he shot back. “You did say that you call every hot, older man Daddy,” he recalled, heart racing.
