“What are you doing?” Enzo questions.
“What does it look like, Mr. Know-It-All?” I question back sarcastically as I place a couple of frosted, coloured glasses on the kitchen side. “How do you want it?”
“Straight, I guess,” he mutters. I roll my eyes, typical macho attitude. I pour some vodka into each glass, and top mine up with some Pepsi from the fridge. I hand a glass to him, he takes it, clinking it against mine.
“Cheers,” I mutter.
“What are we drinking to?” he asks, amusement colouring his tone.
“Embarrassment,” I reply wryly, before downing half my drink in one go. He drinks some of his. I lift mine back up and finish it off, going to pour myself another.
“Slow down,” he comments, knocking back some more of his own.
“What, worried you can’t keep up?” I tease. I down another drink, then I grab the vodka, Pepsi, and my glass and head into the main living room area. I sink down onto the leather sofa, feeling the cool material clinging against my bare skin. I can already feel a light buzz hitting me. Enzo takes the spot next to me, sitting much closer than he really needs to, his eyes running over me constantly.
Two can play at that game, buddy. I turn in my spot on the sofa, stretching my bare legs out across his. I take a swig straight from the bottle, trying not show the burn I feel on my throat as it makes its way down. I hand the bottle to Enzo, who silently takes a swig too, before handing it back.
“You wanna talk about it?” he asks.
“Not really,” I mutter.
“What do you wanna do then?” he asks, the slight curve to his sensual lips giving me all kinds of bad ideas. I wonder what kind of ideas are going through his head?
“I don’t know,” I answer, before taking another swig. The burn is slightly less noticeable this time, which can only mean one thing.
“I think you know,” he replies, looking down at me. His dark eyes are staring at me intently. He’s really putting in no effort to hide his visual pursuit of my body. Well, if he’s going to keep staring, I might as well have some fun with this, tease him a little.
“What do you think I want?” I ask seductively. I move over him, sliding a leg on either side of him, so I’m straddling his lap. He visibly swallows. I can feel his body responding to me. Or, maybe he’s been like that since he walked in and found me half naked?
“Kenzie,” he breathes.
“What?” I whisper, running a hand down the front of his body absently. Feeling his toned body, I almost forget my plan. He groans as I reach the top of his jeans. I brush my fingers lightly over the edge of the waistband. Leaning down against him, I put my lips to his ear, brushing them against his earlobe lightly. “Stop staring, it’s not gonna happen,” I whisper. I pull back slightly and meet his eyes. I’m sure smugness is painted across my face, as realisation crosses his. He narrows his dark eyes on me and opens his mouth to say something, when the door opens. It lets a gust of chilly air into the cabin, I feel it hit my skin, as well as the gaze of the person who opened the door.
“What the fuck is going on in here, Enzo, Miss Crowe?” Mr. Daniels’ voice calls into the cabin. He eyes take in the bottle of vodka on the floor next to the sofa, the two glasses on the table in front of us, and me. Sitting half naked on Enzo’s lap. Great, just damn, fucking peachy.
“I can explain,” I say, turning slightly to face him, feeling the heat rise into my cheeks. Enzo leans back and begins laughing. “Shut up,” I mutter. I slide off him and stand up, wrapping my arms around my body self-consciously. Is he really going to make me stand here half-naked and explain? Or can I go grab some clothes first?
“Well?” he asks, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.
“Um, well . . .,” I trail off, trying to think of some kind of explanation for what he walked in on. ‘I’m sorry, sir, I just figured after embarrassing myself in front of the whole class by getting naked and jumping on you, followed by arguing with Easton, that getting drunk with Enzo in my underwear was a great idea.’ It sounds terrible even to me.
“I’m waiting,” he drawls. “Enzo, what about you, any explanation?”
“You don’t hide your booze well enough?” he mutters, but I’m standing close enough to catch it.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Mr. Daniels asks.
“Nothing, sir. Just remarking how chilly Kenzie must be with you leaving the door open. Maybe she should go finish getting dressed?” Enzo asks. A wash of gratitude hits me. I really don’t deserve him being nice after that. Turning back, I shoot him a grateful smile before looking again at Mr. Daniels, who is staring at me, deciding what to do. Or, maybe he’s—Nope, not today, Satan. I shut that thought up before it can finish forming.
“Fine, Miss Crowe, please go finish getting dressed. We can talk about this in a minute. Enzo, please come outside with me for a moment?” he finally says. Letting out a breath, I turn and make my way into the guest room. I catch Enzo’s eyes as I’m closing the door, but I’m not able to read the look in them.
Just what is he thinking?
Chapter 22
Enzo
“Go on then.” I wave a hand at Mr. Daniels as he stops outside the cabin and slams the door shut, resting his head against it. I know I’m going to get a lecture on behaviour or whatever else he has planned. I look over at him, wanting to know how angry he is, but the defeated look he is wearing confuses me. There’s a long, uncomfortable silence, and I look back through the cabin window, catching a glance of Kenzie as she walks towards the bedroom, the lacy red underwear turning me on.
She is something else, and I don’t think I’ve ever liked a girl as much as I like her. I remember the first time I saw her, walking down the middle of the hall with determined eyes and wet hair. She was beautiful, but that wasn’t the only thing I liked. She didn’t care what anyone said, what anyone thought about her.
“Miss Crowe doesn’t need these kinds of distractions,” Mr. Daniels starts off, and I just smirk at him as I lean against the cabin. When I got the message in class from the teacher that Mr. Daniels needed me to watch Kenzie, I was curious why he sent me. I doubt he knew how close I was getting to Kenzie, and I saw East stomping through the woods away from the cabin. I think he didn’t trust East around her alone.
“You might as well call her Kenzie. We both know you’re bullshitting me that she is just a student to you,” I say, knowing that he won’t lie to me. I’ve been friends with him since we were kids. Our parents lived near each other, and he was the big kid I looked up to and followed around. Eventually, he got bored of me annoying him and took me under his wing. I know him too well, and the look he gave Kenzie in there was a look I’ve seen plenty of times with his past girlfriends.