Page 12 of King of Omen

Grimacing, I turned to the taciturn man. ‘I require that bathroom now, let me in or else -’

His brow rose. ‘Or else what?’

‘This,’ I snapped.

With a rush of energy that surprised me, I slipped around his muscled thickness and barrelled for the door.

It wasn’t locked and gave in to my hand turn.

I rushed in, only to run full tilt into a body.

A tall, lean, corded physique belonging to a man.

I stumbled back, heart racing as I took in who stood before me.

Not just any man.

Lorenzo.

His dark hair was tousled, its slicked-back style escaping its form, hinting at restlessness.

For a fleeting second, a sudden urge hit to reach for his temple and soothe the sorrow lingering in his eyes.

Then I remembered his asshole move to kick me out of church and sucked my teeth.

He caught my disdain and canted a brow, exuding power and grace like a feline predator stalking its prey.

Every muscle was coiled, ready to strike any moment, and his intense gaze held an untamed hunger.

In that wild instant, surprised and taking on a defensive stance, he was both dangerous and alluring, a fierce and captivating force to be reckoned with.

His penetrating dark blue eyes locked onto mine, assessing me with an intensity that made me uneasy.

I noted the subtle flex of his strong jaw, a sign of restraint, as he sized me up in return.

‘We finally meet, bella.’

His voice was hoarse, resonant, so deep and rasped as if dragged over fine sandpaper. He spoke in an accented intonation that hinted at an international schooling.

His hands were over his fly, and I realised I’d caught him pulling it up.

My eyes fluttered over his waist, and I blushed.

‘Eyes up, cara,’ Lorenzo rumbled, brow quirked, lips curled.

Gaze hot, so hot.

I obeyed, my gaze flying up to lock with his.

He stepped closer, his eye contact never leaving mine, a hint of a smirk playing on his sensual, full lips. ‘It’s safer that way.’

I straightened my posture, trying to regain my composure despite the unexpected encounter.

‘I have to go,’ I clipped, embarrassed and annoyed at the situation.

Lorenzo’s eyes glinted as his focus dropped to my mouth for some reason, then back to my frustrated eyes.

‘Of course,’ drawling, his delicious timbre sending a shiver through me. ‘I wouldn’t dream of standing in your way, not at this delicate time.’

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