~Ava
Enzo was already halfway up the stairs, boots thudding soft on the carpet, when Amanda’s voice floated down again, lazy and amused.
“Who’s the new guest, Ava?”
I followed him up, sheet still clutched around me, heart pounding in that reckless way it always did when Enzo was near.
At the landing I stopped, leaned against the wall, and looked straight at Amanda.
She was sprawled on my bed, completely naked now, one knee bent, blonde hair fanned across my pillow like she belonged there.
“It’s just one naughty man I f****d in the past,” I said, loud enough for Enzo to hear every word. “He doesn’t know how to leave my sweet p***y behind.”
Enzo paused at the bedroom door, turned, and gave me that slow, filthy grin that always made my knees weak.
Amanda laughed, low and husky, propp
