Page 136 of Sweetly Obsessed


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I snort, keeping my mind out of the gutter. "I have to be almost ten years older than her or thereabouts. What did you order?"

I change the subject because I don't want to hit on our shared history. I don't want to soften more than I already have to him.

The smell of spices and herbs intensifies as I open the boxes and containers, taking a portion as he nods for me to do so.

Enzo grabs some of the red shrimp curry, offering some to me. But I shake my head, not because I don't want it, but because it feels intimate, even though he helps himself to some of the tofu.

I take some of the dumplings, leaving most for him, and a portion of the green papaya salad.

"Whiskey?" He pours some for himself. "I would offer you wine, but fuck if I know where Louie keeps it.Ifhe keeps it here."

We are in his office, and I look around.

It is a man's man place, or it wants to be, with a cigar box and leather.

I swallow the words I want to say and just take a bite of the tofu.

"What?" Enzo asks.

"Nothing."

He pours whiskey for me and sits back after downing some spring rolls and a few shrimp, and he studies me. It is like the most intense first date or a weird job interview.

"You do that, you know." He takes another bite.

"Do what?"

"Don't say what's on your mind."

I frown and scoop up some sauce-soaked rice. "I don't want to get fired."

Enzo lets out a peal of laughter. "See, that's the kid I know. Backhanded sass all the fucking way."

"I'm not a kid, and you have the power."

"Bullshit."

"You're my boss."

He shrugs. "We're off the clock. What were you going to say?"

Backhanded sass, indeed. I direct a narrow-eyed look at him. "Not that I ever came up here, and unless you have a predilection for man cave aesthetics, I think the room is all dude man with money wannabe. So, I don't think Louie keeps wine."

"Maybe this is my thing."

"Maybe it is."

"Maybe when you're home, I like to beat my chest in here and admire my mansplaining awards." His lips twitch, and so do mine.

I so don't want to like him.

"I knew you had a collection."

"Snoop."

"Good judge of character."

He eyes me, and the mood shifts. "What's your take on Louie?"