I grab an extra blanket out of the closet and then lay back down. Kira doesn’t leave the bathroom for the entire night.
Kira
Sleeping in the bathtub isn’t as uncomfortable as I thought it would be. It sure beats sleeping by Enzo’s side. But when I wake up in the morning, I can’t deny that my body is achy. Enzo – who’s now dressed in a suit, thank god – eyes me over when I leave the bathroom.
“Have a good night sleep?” he asks, knowing full well I didn’t.
I glare at him. “Why do you ask?”
“I, for one, had a great night sleep in the bed. Where you could have joined me, you know.”
“Oh, I know. But hell will freeze over before I go near you again.”
“Wouldn’t this all be easier if we got along?”
“You mean if I gave into your whims and you controlled my every move. Is that it?”
“Yes.”
I scoff, grabbing a pair of jeans and a cute top out of my suitcase. “You’re the worst.”
“And you’re not exactly peaches and cream either. Though, I wonder if that’s what you taste like.”
I go still, realizing what his words mean. I can’t help but flush and flee to the bathroom. Enzo’s laughter echoes through the air.
He drives us to his house. It’s as big and fancy as I remember from the one night I came here, not realizing it was his house. Though, a lot of my memory is fuzzy since I ended up getting drunk. If it weren’t for Natasha, I probably would have been in serious trouble.
The urge for a drink hits me but I push it down. Getting drunk around Enzo is not a good idea.
“What do you think?” he asks as we get out of the car.
“I’ve been here before. Remember?”
“I didn’t know who you were then. We never actually met and if I remember, you were drunk. So I’m assuming you have no memory of this place.”
I scowl at him and don’t take the bait. Enzo only chuckles.
He shows me around the house and I’ll admit, it’s beautiful. Soft lights and elegant fixtures. It’s obvious Enzo has money. This place is fit for a princess like me. Too bad it’s Enzo’s house.
“And this… will be your room,” he says, showing me to a bedroom on the second floor. It’s soft and airy and everything a person would want in a room. Until I realize what he said.
“My room? We’re not going to share a room?”
He steps closer to me. “Not unless you want to. I thought it would be best you had your own room. I can’t make you sleep in the bathroom every night.” He pauses. “Well, I could and it would be amusing but I’m not going to do that.”
“You’re actually giving me my own room?”
“What do you say?”
I frown. “What?”
He motions at me and I realize what he wants. With a sigh, I mutter, “Thank you.”
“What was that?” he taunts.
“Thank you,” I snap.
He laughs to himself. God, he’s annoying. “Well, enjoy.”
