Alex
That I'm a lucky fucker, no doubt.
My stomach twists, and the fire stirs deep between my thighs.
Me
No, he doesn't like me.
Alex
Not what I said.
And you? How do you feel about him?
How do I feel?
I don't like him, to put it mildly. I don't trust him. And Alex knows the last part, probably he can guess at the first part since I hired his PI contact.
And I'm not about to go into my childhood, my father, or Enzo's family.
Mafia and criminal connections, even if they are adjacent or through birth, are a no-no to talk about with regular people.
So, I skirt it. But I'm lost at what to say.
How do I feel?
Thing is, I hate Enzo.
But I have eyes. He is gorgeous by any standards.
Alex
Are you attracted to him, Lola?
The butterflies in my stomach swarm and swirl.
Am I?
Me
We're honest, right?
Alex
Right. And you can be attracted to more than one person. Just like you can hate more than one.
My fingers curl around my phone.
Did he somehow reach through my phone and read my thoughts?
Me
Objectively, he's a good-looking guy, so of course, I am. The entire staff is. You would be.
Alex
Nope.
