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Pulling my gaze away, before I get security called on me for being a creep, I glance back at the stage just as a tall guy in a maroon suit walks up the stairs. He’s a good-looking guy. Wouldn’t be mad if he picked me.

No, you need to be picked after Enzo leaves.

Oh, yeah…I forgot about that. He can’t know I’m here. I take another sip of my vodka. It’s still my second glass and I’ve been nursing it. I don’t want to get sick and not enjoy the night.

Fun. This is supposed to be fun.

“Next up on stage is Vincenzo Bramante,” Damien, the announcer, calls.

I sigh in relief. Once he’s out of here, I’ll settle in more and enjoy the rest of the show.

I watch him like a hawk as he walks to the stage with long, confident strides. His charcoal suit hugs every inch of his body in the most perfect way, and I hate how good he looks. He’s my father’s friend! I can’t check him out. But god, he’s so fucking hot.

I shake my head and take another sip of my drink, fixing my hair around my face so if he scans the crowd, he’s less likely to notice me.

A few more minutes and he’ll be out of here with one of these girls, and I won’t have to worry about him for the rest of the night.

The seconds tick by like hours as Enzo digs around in the bag, trying to find the perfect key. My breath hitches in my throat when his hand is free from the bag.

Get on with it so he can get the hell out of here!

I sneak a glance at Rafael and startle when I find him looking at me. He smirks and goes back to watching Enzo with something akin to lust on his face.

So, that’s the kind of together they are.

Interesting. I didn’t know Enzo was into men. Somehow, this makes him so much sexier. Which is so bad.

Enzo hands the key to Damien just as I bring my attention back to the stage.

“And your lucky girl for the night, Mr. Bramante, is the lovely Jordan Delise.”

All the air whooshes from my lungs as Damien scans the crowd with a big smile, waiting for Jordan Delise to move forward. But I’m frozen in place. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. I’m having a heart attack.

My eyes are glued to Enzo, so I catch the exact second his face goes from blank to furious. It happens slowly, like it’s taking a long time for the name to sink in. Like Jordan Delise and Temptation Key Party don’t go together. Like maybe he didn’t hear the name correctly, because how could his best friend’s daughter be here? He leans close to the announcer, whispering something in his ear.

Damien says something in response that we can’t hear and points to the name on the paper. Enzo nods once, scanning the crowd carefully. That dark mask of his is in place, determination in his eyes.

I’m going to be sick.

I consider running out of the room. If I run, I won’t have to worry about anything. I could deny it. Say someone played a joke on me. That I wasn’t here. But I can’t move. I still can’t move.

My heart is pounding, absolutely thundering in my chest, as Enzo’s eyes slowly make their way across the crowd of people, spending less than a split second on each face.

Looking for me.

When he finds me, when those dark eyes settle on me, I gasp. It’s only him looking at me, but it feels like the entire room is staring. Like every person is gawking at me in as much disbelief as I am. Maybe even offended, because how dare I be paired up with Vincenzo Bramante?

Enzo and I hold each other’s gazes. My chest is so tight it hurts. My grip around the glass is so tense I don’t know how it hasn’t shattered yet. Enzo’s jaw tenses, the look in his eyes absolutely primal.

I don’t know what to think about that.

When did that change? When did he go from furious to hungry?

Starved.

Eager.

I’m caught under his dark gaze like a bug in a web.