Amy’s POV

Enzo leaned back, amusement swirled in his eyes, shirt unbuttoned revealing his sculpted chest, a smirk still rippled on his lips.

He inhaled confidence like it was air, "Dove, I take one look at you and all I see is bark but no bite. From where I'm sitting you don't have a single card to play, well except..."

His fingers drew invisible circles on the table, then moved them to the direction of my face. "Your looks, how about it? Warm my bed instead of his, Dove..." He swept his hand across, gesturing around, "I have more than this to offer..."

I took a slow, deliberate breath, allowing...