"But no pressure." He refilled my water and set it by me. "I'm sure you'll walk in on your own."
He asked about the room every time this week; I shook my head each time.
He could force it, like the first time. But Enzo never got mad—just shrugged, downed his whiskey, stood, nodded, left.
No push. No threats. No impatience. Like routine—rejected? Fine, tomorrow.
I said no seven times.
But over those days, one truth hit hard: in this club, I was basically Enzo's mistress. He boosted my pay and kept me safe. Nights, in barely-there outfits Drew picked, I posed for him alone.
And I didn't hate it.
I liked the lights dimming. The quiet with just us. His focused stare, like I was the only thing worth watching. No denying—I kinda liked him.
So what scared me?
Light hit from above, shadowing his face half-dark. Black eyes gleamed faintly in the shade, lips curved slightly. He looked in no rush, like he had forever.
I stepped off the stage. Crossed the empty hall, past rows of chairs and scattered tissues, and stopped right in front of him.
"Okay."
Enzo's glass paused at his lips, then he set it down slowly.
"Let's go," he said.
Enzo headed to the VIP room down the hall. I followed, heart pounding in my ears. Palms sweaty, fingers clenching and unclenching. Corridor stretched long, walls lit with tacky neon—pink and purple flickers on his broad back.
Him ahead, me behind. Reminded me of that first day at the office, trailing to the elevator. Heart racing, palms slick, no clue what waited.
That time, I called it an accident. The room? Forced.
This time, I chose to step through.
Enzo opened the door and stepped aside for me.
I knew exactly what crossing that threshold meant.
But I walked in.
Chapter Nine
Chloe&Enzo
Chloe
I stepped into the private room with my legs turning to jelly. But not from fear—it was because my panties were soaked.
Because I was fucking anticipating this.
God. Chloe Bennett, you're done for.
The room was dimly lit. Enzo was already there, planted in the center of the sofa, one arm slung over the back. He watched me calmly with those black eyes, then tilted his head slightly, glancing at the spot next to him.
He didn't say a word, but the message was crystal clear.
I walked over and perched on the edge of the sofa, keeping half a cushion between us.
