His Dirty Bargain (Dirty Billionaires 3)

“Yes, along with how you had an orgasmic moment eating dinner. You wouldn’t want to forget that. Bethany, I refuse your offer to take the second lasagna. Chloe can take it home and get the satisfaction she so desperately needs.”

I want to smack his stupid beautiful face. “And you would know about making sure a woman is satisfied, with your manwhore ways of using a different woman every night. I’ll take the lasagna over worrying about getting tested any damn day.”

A thump snatches my attention from Enzo to the end of the table, where Bethany has set down a dish. “Tiramisu, I made tiramisu for dessert. So, leave room.”

I stab the last of my lasagna, wishing it was Enzo’s face as I nod. Dante clears his throat. “You want to wait to put your place up for sale until the house is done or now?”

“Go ahead and put the place up for sale tomorrow. Everything in it included. You have the info for it, right?”

“Yeah, but we need to get pictures since Sheryl made changes. I’ll send the team over tomorrow. Chloe, you want to handle the sale?”

Shaking my head, I push my plate away. Maybe one glass of wine was more than I should have had. My head feels fuzzy; I’m so tired and done. “It doesn’t matter to me. I don’t have a client who would be interested in it.”

“Are you concerned about it selling? Don’t you want to have someone go in and change it? Sheila only got through half the place. Won’t it be an issue when it goes on sale?” Bethany asks.

“No, as awful as you and I think the place looks, not everyone will think so.”

Dante nods in agreement. “We’ll put it on the books among the team. So any thoughts on contractors you want to work with, Enzo?”

“I was going to leave that up to Chloe; however, I was thinking Dom and Tony would have better referrals. He and Tony have worked their way through Boystown and Uptown, last I talked to them they lost count of flips. They went ahead and kept two of their multifamily properties.”

“They are going to Che and Alicia’s on Sunday, all the more reason for you not to make an excuse to get out of going.”

Enzo grunts in answer. I laugh. I can’t help it. “Poor Enzo, a few hours spent with people who love and care about you and actually want to spend time with you. My heart bleeds for you.”

“Dessert,” Bethany yelps. “Tiramisu, Chloe?”

“How do you put up with him now that you can’t drink, Bethany? I’m dying for another glass of wine.”

My chair is yanked back from the table. “Then let’s get you home so you can have that glass.”

A huge hot hand wraps around my arm before not too gently pulling me up out of my chair. My legs weak from his touch, I sag against him, and holy shit, it’s like falling on an electric fence. Whether I’m drunk or tired, I sober up pretty damn quickly as my entire body comes alive at the sensation of his body against mine. Except nothing is working as brain synapses explode and clang against each other at this new, shocking feeling. He heaves a sigh, then his arm wraps around me and oh, god oh god I’m wet and my bones are made of Silly Putty, hot, wet, gooey Silly Putty.

“Say thank you and good night, Chloe,” Enzo rumbles from above me.

“Night, thanks.” I toss the words over my shoulder; they sound as slurred as I feel. Any minute now, any damn minute and my brain will stop whirling and I’m going to stop pressing even closer to Enzo. Only all the way down in the elevator nothing happens, except Enzo’s arm tightens around me and I’m fighting not to climb him like a damn tree. Then the elevator door opens into the quiet, well-lit garage. Enzo’s hand tightens around my waist as he all but drags me beside him. Crap, I didn’t even realize he has my purse. He pulls out my keys from it to beep my car open.

Enzo opens the passenger door for me, trying to put me inside. “I’m driving,”

“No you aren’t. Get in before I put you in.” His chest is moving raggedly. God, I’m a freak I want to push him more, to see his breathing shudder the way it did when I pressed up against him in the elevator, to feel him up against me all over again. My eyes flick up to find his jaw tight, hard, pulsing like a heartbeat. I chicken out and get in, grateful to be off my rubbery legs. The door slamming closed sounds loud in the car.

“Address,” Enzo grits out as he turns onto the street from the garage. I give it to him. I’m not surprised when he nods as if he knows where it is. The drive is quiet, not a word spoken. Sinking into the warm leather seat, I swear I blink and then I’m shaken awake by Enzo.

He’s at the open door of the car. “Come on, sleeping beauty, time to get you into an actual bed.”

Grumbling, I push him away. I’m so tired. Suddenly, I’m in Enzo’s arms as he mumbles under his breath in Italian. Oh yes, yes, thank you. I snuggle into him, so big, so hot, he smells so good, he feels amazing. Best. Dream. Ever.

Until Russell is buzzing around at the edge of my dreams. Ugh, bright light then I’m on my bed, soft, familiar, my eyes flutter open. Enzo is looking down at me, his smile slays me with his dimple flashing. I smile back, unable to deny him. I blink and he’s gone.

Pepe meows in my face; I push him away as I roll over onto my side. I sigh into the pillow, my brain roaming over the feeling of Enzo’s arms around me, and sink back into sleep.

***

Enzo

Out on the sidewalk in front of Chloe’s place, I’m pacing, trying to get my body under control. Christ, I can still feel her in my arms, still smell her skin, her hair, and her wet pussy. How I stayed standing, I have no fucking idea. Walking away from her, hell, I hated it. All I wanted to do was fall into bed beside her. As hard as my cock was, I simply long to hold her again. Only her fucking roommate was asking me question after question. I wanted to deck his ass for being there. At first, I wondered if he was more than her roommate. He laughed, telling me he was gay, but he still wanted to know what my intentions were. And if I was going to break her heart, he was going to kick my ass. I appreciated the fact he cared about Chloe, but I wasn’t telling him shit.

A cab drops off a couple a few houses down. The cab crawls next to me. “Need a ride?”