Chapter Three

Enzo's body responded almost helplessly to the feel of a woman in his arms. That’s how he knew he had gone too long between fucks.

He had fantasized for years about how best to exact his revenge on Aron Rumero, and here was his daughter, falling right into his lap to take advantage of.

It almost made him want to forgive her father for somehow spawning a woman as beautiful as Lilith.

Almost.

But even the press of her full breasts against his chest wasn’t enough to make him forget everything Aron had done to him. To his family.

That was something he would never forget. Could never forget — even if he wanted to.

A tiny sound brought him back to the present. Lilith. She had cleared her throat, reminding him that he still had his arms around her. This close, Enzo could see the color of her eyes.

He had thought they had looked dark when he had first seen her from the stage, but now he realized that they were shot through with honey — just a little darker than the color of her curls. They were just as beautiful as she was, he realized, surprising himself with the thought.

Enzo raised an eyebrow at her before slowly releasing his grip.

“Are you finished flailing around?” he asked, just to see her blush again. “Are you ready to get to work?”

“Born ready,” Lilith said gamely, squaring her delicate shoulders. “What do you need me to do?”

“Follow me.”

Enzo led her through the cavernous auditorium, and back down the bustling hallways of his company. The building had been designed to impress as well as to function as the hub of his operations. He had satellite locations around the world, but there was no other place for his headquarters but Silicon Valley. And even if he was all about substance, he wasn’t above style. The facility looked damn good; all sleek, modern lines and expanses of glass.

Its intended effect wasn’t lost on Lilith, She clacked right alongside him in her heels, soaking everything in with her full lips parted minutely. He wasn’t immune to the way her breasts bounced beneath her blouse at their brisk pace toward the bank of elevators. She darted a glance over at him and caught Enzo staring at her.

“I’m sure you’ve already had the tour?” he asked, simply to have a reason to look at her openly.

“Several times,” she said with a breathless laugh. “The first time was a field trip when this place first opened its doors. It kind of had a lasting impression on me, you might say.”

Enzo frowned. “You were here, what, then — eight years ago?”

“Yep. Eighth grade. Fell in love.” That delicious blush again, distracting him from the fact that he was nearly a decade older than her. “With it. The building, I mean. And the company, of course. The mission. My dad’s in telecommunications, too, so I guess you can say I was raised for it.”

They reached the elevator and he stabbed the button to go up. “Your father’s in telecommunications how?” he asked, even if he already knew the answer. It was the confirmation enzo needed, if only to ensure he didn’t put the wrong man’s daughter through the wringer.

“Software development,” she said, just like he knew she would. “But he’s retired, now. He tried to start his own company way back when, but it didn’t work out.” Goddamn right it didn’t work out. “He’s done mostly consulting work ever since. Maybe you’ve heard of him? Aron Rumero.”

The elevator doors rolled open and the people who had been coming down to the lobby level skittered out of their way, even though he was in a much better mood than before. “Don’t know him,” Enzo said flatly, punching the button for the executive offices and feeling like he had won a prize.

They were the only two on their way up, and he took full advantage of having his target in his sights — and away from prying eyes. He leaned close enough for her to hold her breath, for those molten eyes to go wide. Close enough to detect her perfume: citrus sweetened with floral notes. Honeysuckle, perhaps?

“So how are you finding your first day here, Lilith Rumero?” He asked, his voice low, and hoarser than he would’ve liked. The things he could do to her in the short minutes it would take to reach the top of the building. He could have her begging for it before she could even understand what it was she wanted. It would be such a little thing to part her legs with his knee, press upward, steal her breath right from between her lips.