Page 75 of A Deal in Darkness
“What's the genre, Anna?”
“Fantasy romance.”
I blush as Enzo's hand strokes my thigh and Emily grins like she's got everything what she wanted.
“We've taken on a new agent. She's into fantasy romance, and she's looking to build her portfolio. She's good, she's keen, and she'll work for it.”
Anna leans forward and runs her finger around the rim of her wineglass. “I should meet her.”
“You already have. She's sitting right next to you. I've got to get back to the office, but I'll leave you to discuss the book over dessert. Let me know if you're interested in signing with Adriana.”
Emily leaves and I exhale loudly, relieved a burden's been lifted. Whatever weight was pressing down on me has gone and I visibly relax, much to Enzo's interest.
“What do you think?” he asks Anna.
“She's not a witch,” she replies. “But she is being influenced by magic. It's an unusual spell that ruins its victim’s life throughanother. I can undo this spell, but whoever cast it is out for blood and they won't stop until they have Adriana's.”
Enzo growls and his fingers dig into my thigh. I whimper as shadows descend over his face and every inch of him contracts, readying itself for whatever is threatening me. The fire and rage I felt before returns as Enzo changes the atmosphere to suit his mood.
“Our alliance still stands, Anna.”
She nods and turns her attention to me. “Enzo speaks highly of you, and my bitch of an agent has fucked me off one too many times. It's too much fucking hassle to conjure up a spell every time she disagrees with me. I'll email you the book. If you like it, I'll sign with you. I expect favorable terms, but I'm sure we'll come to some arrangement.”
Anna rises and leaves, leaving all the men staring at her. She's beautiful and the maelstrom of lust she leaves in her wake is quite potent, affecting men who ought to know better. Several women are thoroughly pissed and I'm one of them until Enzo slides his arm over my shoulder and leans in.
“Anna does that. Her real name is Morgana, and she's a High Priestess.” His fingertips drag down my arm and send a bolt of electricity coursing over my skin. “She isn't my current taste in women, Adriana.”
I purse my lips and avoid asking him the obvious question.
“Since you're so reluctant to ask, I'll tell you, anyway. My current taste is sexy as fuck blondes with beautiful, innocent blue eyes who have tits to die for and an ass I'm dying to fuck.”
My clit wakes up and throbs, eager for him to play with it, even in a fucking restaurant.
“That blonde made a second deal with me last night, and I'm damn well holding her to it. Tonight, Adi. My cock is fucking that perfect virgin ass of yours and you're going to take it because I won't stop until I come.”
21
MADE TO WAIT
ADRIANA
The driver collects me from work and I make damn sure I check the code word with him. Enzo made a point of warning me that the danger was very real and very present. Disobedience won’t be tolerated.
He's made me nervous.
He's worried about the threat. I don't understand his world, but I know he's serious and that means trouble. The kind I don't want to be in.
But he's also made it clear what's happening tonight.
I can’t stop thinking about it.
I’ve tried distracting myself, and I’ve failed miserably. The first manuscript is great, but not good enough to stop my clit throbbing. The spice scenes didn’t help. My underwear was soaked when I reached the end and I was no closer to deciding whether I’d take the book on.
Anna emailed her book to me within minutes of leaving and it didn’t take me long to know it was a bestseller. It’s a darker story, but it’s going to sell. Sex always does, and this book is packed with it.
None of that stopped me from thinking about Enzo’s plan for tonight. He takes what he wants and doesn’t back out of deals. Not when they benefit him. Even ones made in the heat of a moment with little thought to the consequences.
The car pulls up outside Enzo’s loft and I sit, anxious and excited. I’m dreading this as much as I’m interested in trying something new, fearful Enzo won’t stop if it hurts. There’s no brake, no safety net—and fucking a demon has its perks, but it also has its risks.
