“Yeah.” She smirked, got to her feet, and stared up at me. “If you’re brave enough.”
I swallowed as I gazed into her pretty eyes.
“I don’t want to piss off your husbands or your new boyfriend,” I murmured.
“Trust me. They won’t mind.” Her eyes sparkled.
“You’re a little tease,” I said, laughing softly. “I’m going to be late for work. We’ll pick this up later.”
“Will we?” she challenged.
I honestly didn’t know if we would. I wanted to, but I had my boy to worry about. My job. My brothers. My life, which was now being threatened by the fucking Virelli family. It was bad enough that I had four men with Ann and Laz just so they could go to and from school safely.
“You don’t need to answer me now. We’ll see.” She went up on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. “Have a good day at work, Doctor Masters.”
“Definitely a tease.” I backed away from her, smirking.
She winked at me and settled back with her coffee. It took me a moment to force myself from the apartment, but once I did, I could finally breathe normally again.
I wanted her.
But I honestly didn’t know if I could truly have her. It seemed she was open to the taking, and Evan said the guys were fine with it. But Laz…
And we had so much shit going on in our lives, and I knew we had to leave it if we wanted to be with her.
I sighed. They would have to be worries for another time.
36
ENZO
Much to Cole’s irritation, he had to work, so I was left alone with Rosalie. E called to tell me he wasn’t ready for Rosalie to meet Laz and that he’d rescheduled the dinner she was making. She seemed understanding, so I was grateful for that. I knew Ryder and Evan would be coming soon, Ryder first.
So now I watched from the living room as Rosalie danced around the kitchen, making something that smelled delicious and wasn’t spaghetti. E said he’d given her the iPad to order groceries, and by the looks of things, she’d taken it seriously because our kitchen was stuffed with food. She’d even filled our fruit bowl, which I knew E would be ecstatic over.
Like a creep, I kept watching her in her little skirt and top, her red curls wild.
Married. She was married. And she was having my best friend’s baby. Well, probably. Either way, she was off-limits, but the more I watched her, the more I wanted to go to her and just…
Fuck. What did I want to do?
Well, the answer to that was easy. I wanted to lay her on the counter and bury my cock deep inside her pussy.
But more than that, I wanted to hold her. To kiss her. To whisper to her all the things I thought made her so damn perfect and beautiful to me.
“You going to stare or you going to help me?” she called out.
I shook my head, not realizing she’d turned and was focused on me.
“Uh, I, uh…”
“Enzo. Come on. We used to cook together all the time. Come help me.”
I hesitated for a moment before going into the kitchen.
“What are you making?” I asked, clearing my throat.
“Mm, I’m thinking comfort food. Spinach and artichoke chicken and some twice-baked potatoes.”
