Dejectedly.
Honestly, I'm about to turn and go back to the bathroom or out the front door because Enzo didn't tell me what to do.
"Oh." The girl must hear me because she turns.
"Fuck," Enzo says behind me as his phone starts to ring. He gives me a sharp look, and shame overcomes me.
I guess I was either meant to hide or leave.
And that makes me about five inches tall and coated with shame.
"Just... Fuck...stay here." He turns and answers his phone. "What now, Dad?"
I know I'm bright red, and I half-smile at the girl. "I'm just...I dropped some papers off for Enz—Mr. Marino. So, I'm going to go find the train."
I start to turn.
"Wait." The girl gets to her feet and holds out a hand. "I'm his sister, Lyndall, and I think this is yours."
She holds out my bra.
And snickers.
"Oh, my God." I snatch it back, shoving it in my pocket. "It's not..." I stop because my bra not being on me clearly states it is exactly what she is thinking.
Lyndall is grinning ear to ear. "I interrupted you guys boning, didn't I?"
Dear God. I think I have memories of her as a baby. I can't let her think about S-E-X.
"It's my spare one," I say, lame to my own ears.
And the girl's disbelieving look says it all. "Really? I think I would believe in Santa Claus over that one. Plus, it is a terrible lie."
I bury my face in my hands. "You're young, you should believe in Santa."
"I'm fifteen." She sounds completely horrified.
Slowly, I raise my head. "I know, it's just...it's your brother. I'm so embarrassed."
"No, don't be embarrassed, unless he's terrible. Is Enzo awful at sex? All the girls who see him swoon and want him, but he doesn't really date, more...parades, so?—"
"Enough, Lyndall, or I will drive you to Dad right now," Enzo suddenly snaps.
I spin, and Enzo is behind me, phone in hand, mussed, irritated, gorgeous.
"I should go."
"Enzo..." his sister whines, and he rolls his eyes.
"You can stay, we haven't finished..." Now his cheeks darken a little. "...talking."
"Is that what they call it these days? Talking?" Lyndall cheers the air with her mug and takes a swig. "Why?—"
"Stop it." Enzo sets his evil CEO glare on her.
"Stop what?"
Interesting. It doesn't seem to bother her at all.
