HEARTBREAKER
By the time I reach the garage, I’m committed to my new strategy.
Enzo is bent over a table of disassembled assault rifles, his oil-stained vest clinging to his broad shoulders as he meticulously cleans each piece. He doesn’t hear me approach at first, so I take my time, pasting on a sultry smile and letting my eyes linger over him just enough to unsettle him.
When he finally notices me, his gaze flickers—once over my body, then up to my face. His eyes widen slightly, lingering on the scooped neckline of my tank top. Good.
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