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Her eyes widen, and she pushes me back. “Shit, it’s Enzo,” she whisper-shouts as she jumps off the desk and pulls her skirt down in frantic movements. I smirk at how frazzled she is.

“Quick, you have to hide.” She tries pushing me, but I don’t budge.

“Don’t you think it’s about time we tell your brothers about us?”

She snaps her gaze to mine. “Absolutely not. This is neither the time nor the place to have that conversation.”

I raise a brow at her. “Why am I beginning to think you never want to have that conversation with them?”

“Izzy, you in there?” Her brother’s voice is louder now, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he barges in at any second. This might be a good idea. We can get the necessities out of the way so Isabella and I can move on with our lives like normal adults.

“Um, yeah, one second,” she calls out over her shoulder before whipping her gaze back to mine.

“Now is definitely not the time, Nicco. Please, just…” She looks around frantically before resting her gaze on the small space under her desk.

“You can’t be serious,” I say, but she starts shoving me down, and I reluctantly give in, letting her push me under her desk.

“I don’t fit under here,” I say, cramming my body in the tight space.

“Yes you do. Now stop complaining and just be quiet while I get rid of my brother.”

She goes to walk away, but I shoot my hand out, clasping it around her ankle. She bends down to look at me. “What?” she hisses out.

I can’t help but give her a smirk before saying, “I will make you pay for this later. Consider that punishment you were about to get doubled.”

She returns my playful manner with a smirk and a slight shake of her head before the sound of a door opening captures both of our attentions.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” Enzo says, and his dress shoes tap against the floor as he makes his way toward us.

Isabella yanks her body upright and places her hands on the edge of the desk. “Enzo,” she says, and if her brother knows her as well as I do, then he knows something is up, because her voice reaching an octave higher than its normal tone had her squeaking out his name in a suspicious way.

She tries to cover up the squeak by clearing her throat before saying, “Well, since I work here, shouldn’t I be askingyouthat?”

Oh, the snarkiness of Isabella. I fucking love it.

From the sounds on the floor, I suspect Enzo has made it to the desk.

“You’re being weird,” he says.

“Enzo, is there something I can help you with? I’m kind of in the middle of something.” Isabella goes to move around the desk, surely to urge her brother to leave, but Enzo speaks before she’s able to.

“Aww, come on,” he says. “Sit down and keep me entertained. Teo’s out there checking up on Lux because he’s mister fuckin’ needy pants twenty-four seven now, and I’m bored. Plus, I haven’t seen you very much lately.”

Enzo pulls out a chair on the other side of the desk and sits down.

Isabella grips the underpart of her desk before grabbing her chair and reluctantly sitting down. She makes eye contact with me and narrows her gaze on mine before sliding her chair so her legs are now in full contact with my body. And just like that, this position doesn’t seem too damn terrible now.

Isabella spreads her legs to make room for both of us under her desk, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning at the sight of her ripped tights underneath her little skirt. If I know Isabella, she must be internally fuming at the precarious situation she’s gotten herself into now.

“So,” she says to her brother, “what’s new?”

Enzo starts talking, but I tune him out, my attention being held by the tear in her tights revealing her light-pink lace underwear.

My mind runs rampant with all the things I want to do to her, and that’s when it hits me. The best punishment of them all.

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