It is the latest phone, and my heart wants to swoon from the thoughtfulness of it.
But I won't let it.
Instead, I'm pissed off. In my head, I'm pissed off.
Enzo's pity is the last thing I need.
Owing him favors as well.
I want it to be a work-only relationship. Nothing more. Nothing less.
And this...it is owing him something.
I snatch it up in its sleek packaging and march into his office and slam it on his desk.
Enzo winces. "Going for broken phone number two?"
"No. I'm letting you know I don't accept gifts from my boss."
He sighs and rubs his temple. "This isn't a gift, it is a tool of communication. So, you will accept it. I don't want to have to call every fucking café, bar, and restaurant in this part of Manhattan whenever you leave for lunch. I will deduct the cost of the phone from your salary until it is paid off."
I open my mouth to argue, but he eyes me with displeasure.
"Take it." He picks up the box and holds it out for me. "And Lola? Don't smash this one, okay?"
"Okay."
Chapter Thirteen
ENZO
There aretimes when I find it hard to concentrate on fucking work. And that only happens since Lola started working for me up on the top floor where my office and Lola's now exist.
She is that perfect and fine line between sweet and filthy. The filthy hides in the shadows and only peeks out with some of her silky shirts, her skirts when she wears them over pants, and, of course, the knowledge of what she looks like under all that shit.
That all works together to fire up my imagination.
Not that it needs it.
And it has been a week now. It is Friday, so when I say the outfits, I mean a grand total of four now, but...I have seen her naked.
I have got her naked on my phone.
Sure, she is murky beneath the pool water, but it is enough.
And, giant pervert that I am, she doesn't know I watched her. She doesn't know I have seen her naked.
Cade and I have a job for the Syndicate, but I'm not doingthat here. It is not that I don't trust the security measures that Louie has in place—which I don't—but my time is better spent digging and sifting through files and emails.
Some of the work I have given her is not a test... I can't see her trying to skim or scam Barwon.
I want to see if she is able to not just see errors or things that don't sit right, but I want to see if she will bring it to me.
She has.
Reluctantly.
Lola's dislike for me is a turn-on, I won't lie. There is a delicious edge to hate that is often rooted deep in lust.
