LOLA
Not even a showeror the terrible coffee Lyndall made refresh me.
My eyes are full of grit, and they ache. And somewhere inside is a queasy heaviness that won’t leave me alone.
I pick at one of the waffles on a plate in the kitchen, but honestly, I’m not hungry.
Enzo appears. Even though I don’t look up, I know it is him, because with the queasy comes a sudden wild flurry of beating wings somewhere in the vicinity of my lower stomach.
“Where’s Lyndall?” I ask as he swoops in, body pressed to mine.
This time, I glance at him.
Oh, boy. Enzo is looking like he always does.
Hot as hell.
There is a little strain that etches into his face, probably from lack of sleep, but my heart thuds hard.
No man should look this good.
Or smell like I want to bury my face against his chest and swoon, both at the same time.
I try to breathe as I skitter back, trying to find a little space.
There are so many directions I’m being pulled at inside, I almost lose my mind.
Or maybe it is him and how close he is standing.
He slides up closer, his hand coming down on mine on the cup, and he eases it free. “You look good.”
“I’m wearing your clothes.”
Jean and T-shirt and a hoodie.
I feel enveloped by him as he drops a kiss on my lips.
“As I said, you look good.” And he kisses me again.
Somehow, I manage not to fall to my knees or worse, a swooning heap on the floor. Like those are my only options, blowjob or faint.
I just look at him as I pull my hand free.
Enzo takes my mug and lifts it to his mouth, taking a sip.
“Because I didn’t plan on any of this. What about work? And how long is this going to go on for?”
“Work’s fine. You’re off sick, working from home, and I’m at some conferences back-to-back.”
“Conferences? On what?”
I don’t think there are any tech expos or conferences happening, not that I know of, and it is something other employees love to talk about, mainly because they get to go.
“This and that.”
“But—”
“I wasn’t specific. And there’s work if you want to do it. You can use the computer in Si-Simon’s office.
