“Like the ‘thing’ you needed to discuss that had me waiting on you for over thirty minutes a couple of days ago?” Lourdes countered, a knowing look breaking out across her face. Before Enzo could even begin to stammer out some kind of cover story, she sighed. “Ugh, go ahead.” She waved them off. “Don’t be gone all day or I’ll send someone to come look for you. And none of us want that, I’m certain.”
Enzo didn’t even give Seven a chance to refuse, just wrapped his hand around his wrist and tugged him from the auditorium, then dragged him across the hall to the men’s room. He pulled him into the large stall at the very back of the restroom, then closed and locked the door before shoving him up against it. When their mouths crashed together, Seven’s was already open, letting Enzo slide his tongue inside with a desperate whimper that shot through him like liquid silver. Seven sucked on it eagerly.
“Fuck, you were so hot in there,” Enzo huffed against his lips. “I wanted to bend you over that fucking table in front of everyone, wanted them all to see how well you take it, how pretty you are.”
Seven moaned, head thunking against the door as Enzo’s mouth moved to bite at his jaw. “Didn’t know you had an exhibitionism kink. It’s kind of hot, but I’m pretty sure you’d get disbarred and I’d never be allowed to sit for the bar.”
“Thought you wanted to be a sugar baby, anyway,” Enzo teased, his hands sliding lower to squeeze Seven’s ass as he moved to his ear. “Fuck, you look so hot in these pants. I can’t believe you have us wearing matching outfits like some lame ass couple everyone makes fun of.”
“You fucking love it. You love everyone thinking you’re tapping this. It’s not my fault you didn’t even ask a simple question when I texted you last night,” Seven panted.
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it, brat baby,” Enzo said, biting at his earlobe. “I’m just saying it was sneaky.”
“I simply made a suggestion. You didn’t have to go along with it,” Seven countered, turning his head to latch onto Enzo’s earlobe, tugging it with his teeth until he groaned. “You just like giving me what I want. Which makes me want to give you what you want.”
“And what is it I want?” Enzo asked, blood rapidly rushing south.
“Me in your bed, ass up?” Seven said.
Enzo choked on a low sound. “Is that a question or an offer, you little fucking tease?”
Seven teased his tongue along the shell of Enzo’s ear, breath hot against his skin as he said, “That depends on you.”
“What do you want? A house? A car? A yacht? Fuck, a pony? Just ask.”
“A date?” Seven asked hesitantly.
“A date?” Enzo parroted.
Oh.
Before he could say anything more, Seven’s phone rang, the sound jarring as it echoed off the tile. Seven frowned, muttering, “My mom. She’s the only one my phone rings for.”
“Pick it up.”
He pulled his phone free, then swiped to answer. “Hey, Mom. I’m still at work. What’s up?”
Enzo didn’t even think to give him space, just leaned his head against the door, his body half-draped over Seven’s. He stiffened beneath Enzo, his sudden anger palpable. “The police station? Mom, no. Please, tell me you didn’t bail his ass ou—” Seven stopped short, frowning as he listened to whatever his mother said. “Arrested?You? Why? What are you talking about? Why would they arrest you?”
Enzo straightened, making eye contact and gesturing for Seven to put it on speaker. He didn’t even question Enzo, just did as he asked.
“—embezzlement,” Neith cried.
“Embezzlement?” Seven asked. “Why would they think it was you?”
“I don’t know,” Neith all but wailed. “One minute, I was at my desk working, and the next, two detectives came in and arrested me. Said they had proof I was stealing from my job.”
“Neith, it’s Enzo,” he cut in. “Don’t say a word. What precinct are you at?”
“The 84th,” she answered, voice trembling.
“We’re on our way. Tell them I’m your attorney so it’s on record, then don’t say another word. Nothing. I don’t care if they ask for your coffee order. Say nothing. Got it?”
“Yeah. Yeah,” she said again, her voice stronger this time. “Yeah, I got it.” She was breathing heavily, the anxiety clearly getting to her. “Enzo…they’re not going to keep me here, are they?”
“I’m not gonna let that happen. Just do what I say and you’ll be fine,” he promised.
They disconnected, and Seven looked at him with wide eyes, suddenly looking younger and far more vulnerable than he had moments ago. He seemed almost in a daze as he asked, “You’re not gonna let them send my mom to prison, right?”
