Page 53 of The Enemy

“Mierda,this is bad,” I whispered.

The bathroom was spacious. Even though I wanted to soak in the oval white tub, I headed for the shower. A cold shower would have been ideal, given the earlier mess in my panties, added with the fact that I was now sharing a room with Neo.

I was fucked.

When I stepped out of the shower, I opened my luggage and cursed.

“I’m going to kill you, Clove!”

At some point, after I had packed, she had switched my pants and work blouses for bikinis, skirts, and dresses. She overdid it for my short trip but if I knew Clove like I thought I did, it was because she knew I would need options since she fucked up my wardrobe.

She was so fucking dead.

As I rummaged through my clothes, a note fell out.

I miss the old Lourdes. She was brave.

Love you,

Clove

My throat constricted at her words. Had I really been so meek these past few years? Neo commented as soon as he saw me again, and now Clove felt the need to intervene.

I pulled a high-waisted burgundy wrap-around maxi skirt that had a slit right in the middle. I had considered forgiving Clove, but that thought disappeared when I saw she had only packed me crop tops. She was so dead. I grabbed a black shirt that was more loose-fitted. When I looked in the mirror, I cocked my head and blinked. The waves and my clothes looked more like the old me. The one who wasn’t afraid to talk back and defy anyone over what was right.

My outfit wasn’t bad, nor inappropriate, for tonight’s dinner. The only thing that made me slightly uncomfortable was that when I moved, you could see the glint of my belly ring. Who said you needed to have abs to get one? Clove, Evangeline, Martin, and I all got them when we were seventeen.

The door started to bang.

“Hurry up, Lou,” Neo barked through the door.

I almost forgot he was here.

He was about to knock again when I opened the door, and upon seeing me, he immediately dropped his hand. He blinked, then took a step back, allowing me to pass, but I felt his gaze on me, hot and heavy.

Since his return, things had been off. We hadn’t been ourselves, but then again, how could we? Not after what happened in the elevator. We had been in some weird standoff with neither of us daring to make a fatal move.

Two nights. It was just two nights. We could do this.

“Sorry, not very businesslike.” I gestured down to my clothes. “Clove changed my wardrobe without me knowing.”

He still wouldn’t stop looking at me, and I started to feel self-conscious.

“I’m sure I can find something more suitable,” I said as I pulled up my luggage.

“No, you look fine.”

He then walked into the bathroom and slammed the door.

SIXTEEN

NEO

“Fuck,”I hissed as the cold water streamed down my back.

One hand was braced against the tiles the other was wrapped around my hard cock. There was no way I was going to survive this fucking trip. First, the shorts that showcased that delectable ass, and nowthatskirt. Her curves were on full display, and all I wanted to do was throw her on the bed and finish what we had started in the elevator three years ago.

As I stroked myself, I recalled the way her pussy felt gripping my fingers. Her needy little moans. The way she couldn’t even hold a conversation because she was desperate to come.

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