A knock on the door startles me, and I chastise myself for being so on edge, thinking he’s going to come back.
The need he stirred in me as he stared down into my eyes resurfaces, but I stuff that desire back inside the lockbox it belongs in.
“Shorty,” a familiar voice calls out, and despite knowing better, disappointment washes through me that he hasn’t come back.
That he didn’t realise he couldn’t possibly leave after that and is about to storm in here, back me up against the lockers and take exactly what he threatened to out there on the mat while his boner rubbed deliciously against my clit.
“You decent?” he calls out again, throwing a bucket of ice-cold water over my little fantasy.
I look down at myself.
Not really. But I also don’t give a shit.
“Yeah,” I call out and the door clicks open.
“This just got delivered and I thought— Holy shit,” he gasps the second he rounds the corner and gets a look at me.
He makes a show of slapping his hand over his eyes and turning around.
“Cirillo will castrate me for this,” he mutters to himself. I’m not sure if I’m meant to hear it or not, but all it does is piss me off.
“What’s wrong, X? Not seen a pair of fucking knickers before?” I hiss.
“Don’t,” he snaps.
A smirk tugs at my lips as he stays with his back to me.
“From what I’ve heard around the club, you’re more than familiar with girls’ underwear, or more specifically, taking it off them.”
“Emmie,” he growls.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Xan. You’re being a baby.” Pulling out a pair of leggings from my locker, I drag them up my legs.
Quite honestly, I can’t see how it’s all that different since they’re skintight. But whatever.
“Okay, you can turn around.”
Slowly he does as I say, and his eyes flash with heat when they find my body.
“Not much better, Shorty.”
“You’re a pain in my arse," I spit. “What have you got for me?” I ask, remembering he said something had been delivered.
He lifts the brown paper bag that’s in his hand.
“No idea, but it smells insane.”
My brows pinch as he comes closer.
“I didn’t order anything.”
“Well, it’s got your name on it.”
Our fingers brush as I take the bag from him, and it becomes instantly obvious to me that while I might think he’s hot, he’s not the one who sends tingles and desire shooting around my body from one innocent touch. That would be a certain mafia prince who just walked out on me, leaving me burning hot for him.
Wanker.
“The only person who’s going to be making me come any time soon is you.”