A Pig in a Suit

**ROMANY**

*It's so much better when you know what's inside you, don't you think?*

The moment that passed immediately after *I said what I said* was an interesting one.

Stella's body jerked as if she'd been shocked. Her fork clattered onto the plate in front of her and I swear she got even paler than her natural undead hue should allow. Tiny and Mickey locked eyes across the table, communicating through facial expressions and little bobs of the head. But Enzo... his reaction was my favorite. His hazel eyes sparkled with dark heat and his lips turned up in an arrogant smile. If it weren't for the fact that his fingers suddenly white knuckled around the glass in his hand and the muscles in his neck began to pop and flex, then I might have believed he was as unaffected by my words as he pretended to be.

But I could see it. It was unmistakable. What I didn't expect him to do, was answer me. "Is that an invitation?" he asked, his eyes flicking downward and across the scooped neckline of my jumpsuit. "Because we can definitely try it your way next time."

*Breathe, just breathe. Nice and slow, in and out.*

possessed. Then turning back to me, he shook his head and attempted to smile, but his lips didn't quite lift past a grimace. "Didn't enjoy it?" Enzo scoffed, suddenly irritated. A

conversation for the breakfast table," Stella said suddenly, speaking for the first

scowling. "Just

face heated with

guess I did," I admitted, before I reeled backward, repulsed. "But that was before I found out *that it was* you." The devil's eyes glazed over, every trace of

known? Not only would I have said no, but I would have been drier than the Sahara Desert and

quiet sound of Mickey laughing and the sudden quaking of Tiny's chest as he pretended not to be, seemed to boil Enzo's temper. His face lit with fire, his entire face coloring with a red-purple hue. Cracking his neck with a crude jerk of his head, he glared at me. "You really should watch that mouth of yours. Or I might just decide to put it

so any part of *you* that comes near my mouth - you are going to lose a

was done humoring me. "When your master wakes up, I'm going to have a talk with him about how he trains his whores. You shouldn't be allowed at the breakfast

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