Chapter 73
Nina’s POV
Enzo didn’t move right away. Just sat there, legs spread wide, cigar forgotten between his fingers. Smoke drifted up in lazy curls, catching the low lights and turning gold. His eyes stayed locked on me—slow drag from my silver heels up my legs, over the tiny skirt that barely covered anything, across the straps that crossed my n*****s like they were holding secrets, then back to my face.
I felt every inch of that look. Heat followed it. My skin prickled. n*****s tightened under the thin fabric. Thighs squeezed together on instinct. The heels made my ass pop more, forced my back to arch a little. Every small shift made my breasts bounce. I knew he saw it. Knew he liked it.
He finally set the cigar in the ashtray. Slow. Deliberate. Stood up. Towered over me without
