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JL knew that, short as she was, she often intimidated men with just a look. Thatâs what confidence did. And she had it in spades. It made you as tall as you wanted to be. As pretty as you wanted to be. As rich as you wanted to be. Because if you had confidence, nothing else mattered. That was a lesson sheâd learned a long time ago.
But even with all that confidence, she wasnât blind to the differences between her and Enzo. He was from a different world, and she could feel the distance between their worlds every time she thought about going out with him. It had all been harmless flirty fun until heâd taken things too far and kissed her a few weeks ago. And what a kiss it had been. Heâd kissed her as if he were stuck in a desert and her mouth were the only thing that could quench his thirst. She still felt all sorts of things running through her body when she thought of the way heâd backed her up against a wall, not caring who the hell was around, gripped her neck, and slipped his tongue between her parted lips. Sheâd embarrassed herself by melting into him and mewling in need. In fact, she might have even dry-humped his leg. It had been that good a kiss. Then heâd let her go and challenged her by saying, âNext time youâll beg me to kiss you.â Like sheâd ever beg a man! But now, with his glorious body on full display . . .
As if he could sense her inappropriate thoughts, his eyes met hers. His stare felt like a warm caress all over her already ignited body. The charcoal fell out of her hand and a shiver ran down her spine. Is it getting hot in here? She shifted uncomfortably on her chair, but he didnât break eye contact. Then, the ultraconservative man who had been asking her out constantly for almost a year winked at her. It caught her by surprise, and she quickly hid behind her canvas.