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My thumb brushes over her bottom lip. “And in return, I’ll keep your little secret.”

“You will?”

“If I’m anything, it’s a man of my word.”

She nods, licking her lips again. “Thank you, Enzo.”

Don’t thank me yet, my sweet little angel.

Chapter Six

Jordan

Whatever Enzo wants me to do, it’s better than my father finding out. The last thing I need is to make him more disappointed. My father has a temper, and though it’s never been directed at me, it could be. What if he gets so pissed he throws me out? I won’t have anywhere to go. I got rid of my apartment the week I broke it off with Zach, and I don’t have friends or family to stay with. This could be the thing that throws him over the edge.

I’ve seen him throw maids out for making his eggs wrong. Dumped them on the street with all their belongings. For years, I’ve seen the man my father can be. Though he’s lenient with me, I always remember the anger he’s capable of, and not for a minute do I think it’s impossible for me to be on the other end of it. I’m grateful it hasn’t happened yet, but this could be what changes that.

My father cares about his reputation, more than he should, and his little girl going to a key party would have him furious. Especially since the break-up with Zachary was only a few months ago.

I’m not quite processing what is happening here in this room right now. Enzo is being weird. I mean, he’s acting himself—mostly. But there is something different. Something lingering just beneath the surface that doesn’t seem like him. I understand he doesn’t want to waste the ridiculous amount of money he spent to be here, but I can’t tell if he wants me to have sex with him or the other guy. He won’t feel weird about either of those things? Joining or watching?

Why would he pay to be here only to let someone else enjoy the benefits of it? Is it worth whatever money he spent to be here? Is that what he’s into? Watching? I think he could do that for free…

I want to ask him all these questions to make sure I understand, but something tells me the less I say, the better.

He continues to stare at me, and his gaze makes me so nervous. I can’t tell if I’m supposed to be doing something or not.

“You went through the health check?” he finally asks.

“Of course.”

“As did I.” He gestures to Rafael. “As did he.” He gets in front of me to block my view of Rafael. “You do understand what I’m asking from you, right, Jordan?”

“I think so.”

Not a confident answer, but my confidence has been MIA for most of the night. Not sure it’ll come back to me in the presence of Vincenzo Bramante. Especially in this situation.

He smirks again. “Then it’s a good thing we have all night. Take your clothes off.”

I suck in another sharp breath. His eyebrow lifts, and a look of disapproval crosses his face.

It’s fine. I can do this. I can totally do this. Getting naked in front of my father’s friend isn’t a big deal. Not a big deal at all. He’s just a man and I’m just a woman. The fact he’ll only be the third man to ever see me naked means nothing. Of course, one of those men was my father, and only when I was a baby, but still. It’s no big deal.

There is no getting out of this. My father can’t find out. I signed a contract. I came here to have a good time, and maybe if I pretend I don’t know Enzo, I can still have a good time. What am I supposed to do? Fight him tooth and nail? Leave here yelling and screaming?

No. What makes the most sense is to get what I came for. What I wanted. A night to remember. Something I’ll never forgot. The more I think about it, this is a win-win. I get my exciting night and my father doesn’t find out. Enzo and I never have to talk about what happened here.

I wanted an experience, and I’m pretty sure Enzo will deliver.

A smile spreads across my lips as my mindset flips. I take a step back and carefully turn around. I grasp my hair and tug it over my shoulder, looking up at him over my other.

“Can you help me with the zipper?” I ask softly.

His smirk grows into a salacious smile, and he brings his hands to my back, grasping the clasp and undoing it. Slowly, so fucking slowly, he unzips my dress.

The warmth of his fingertips gives me goosebumps, and the lustful look in his eyes has me clenching my legs together.

This night will definitely be memorable.