Page 28 of See Me

He pulls my hips closer, raising my legs straight up, locking them both in place with his forearm wrapped tight around them as he fucks me like it’s our last day on earth. And when he strokes my clit with the pad of his thumb, I shatter into a million writhing pieces.

I pull my hand out of my shorts in time to see Luca rip the gloves of his hands and whip them at the wall. He goes at the bag bare fisted until I can hear the grunts over the music. When the bag swings back into him, knocking him off balance he turns around and flips the bench over with a roar, the mirror cracking when it slams into the wall. He bites the tape off his wrists like a wild animal faced with his only means of escape. I watch as he paces the room, chest heaving, gasping for air.

When he can breathe with little effort, he throws a towel over his head, turns off the music, and leaves the room. I close the door and shuffle across the floor until I find the cot and lie down. When I hear the shower turn on in the other room, I close my eyes and fall asleep, both satisfied and irritated.

After sneaking a shower this morning after Luca left and getting some work done in the library for a couple hours, I walk into Knockout’s a few minutes before my shift starts. Enzo has on a Santa hat and green elf shoes, dusting off bottles behind the bar.

“Hey, Blaze. Ready for your date tonight?”

I stop a few feet short of the bar. “Wait, what? I really have a date?”

“Uh, yeah. We talked about this already.”

“I thought you were just messing around.”

He wags his finger at me. “Not if you really want to sell this. He likes a chase.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not trying to sell anything.”

“Of course not,you’re a classy girl.” He winks. “I get it.”

“That’s not what I meant. But thanks for saying I’m not a prostitute.”

“I mean, you totally could be.” He leans over the bar to look me up and down. “Top dollar even.”

I scoff and cross my arms over my chest. “How do you even get laid? You’re such a pig.”

“Where you been, Blaze? Selfish assholes are in this season.”

“I guess if all you’re looking for is meaningless sex.”

He nods. “Which we’ve already established.”

“Why are you doing this? You’ve already said he isn’t a relationship type guy and I’m not a casual sex type girl so, what’s your goal here?”

His face turns serious and his eyes are focused on the rag in his hands. “He just needs… something good.”

“Enzo, there’s so much wrong in what you just said. First, we have totally different needs and wants. Neither of us will get what we want out of this. Second, the fact you keep forgetting is he absolutely hates me. And third, you tried to sleep with me the second night we met. What if I had said yes?”

“That’s the point. You didn’t. If you had, I wouldn't be trying to work behind the scenes.”

“So, what happens then? I make him jealous, he shows an interest, we sleep together, and then he drops me like a two-beat hooker because he doesn’t want anything serious? Where does that leave me?”

He purses his lips and shakes his head. “I don’t think that’ll happen.”

I tap my finger to my temple. “You don’t think, but you don’t know.”

He pleads with me with his eyes. “Not for sure, but if you just tried—”

“And what, Enzo?”

“Look, I wouldn’t risk your heart or whatever mushy shit you want to insert here if I didn’t think it would work.” He motions between us. “We’re friends. I wouldn’t do that.”

“So, you think if we sleep together he’s going to fall in love with me and we ride off into the sunset? And why are we still acting like I want anything to do with him? He’s a tyrant.”

He points to my chest. “The twins, remember?”

“Just because my body likes his body doesn’t mean anything. You’re good looking but I wouldn’t go near your bed.”

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