“Take your clothes off,” Enzo said.

I blinked at him. “Just like that?” I asked. “You don’t want to talk?”

“What would you like to talk about?” he countered as he rounded the bar and walked into the living room. Enzo sat down, removed his shoes carefully, and placed them out of the way on the side of the couch. “I thought you wanted to be told what to do. That’s why you followed me, isn’t it?”

My throat tightened, and suddenly, I couldn’t swallow. Enzo’s grin widened. Every instinct in me screamed to turn and run the hell out of there before he could get his hands on me. Still, I stayed where I was.

One, I wasn’t going to flee when I needed to do this to get closer to him and figure him out. I still had to scope out his place and see if there was anything here. If not, then it looked like I would be fucking him more than once until I was given access to his real place. Two, I was mesmerized. Everything about Enzo screamed danger in big, pulsing red lights. I wanted to see more.

Focus on the mission. Get dirt on him, take the Vitale’s down, make detective.

“Hey.” Enzo snapped his fingers just once, and I awoke from my stupor to stare at him. “Clothes. Off. I told you once that I would do what I please with you. Strip.”

My cock jumped, and I reached up to unbutton my shirt. Enzo sipped his drink, his eyes following every move I made. Am I really doing this? I paused for a second, only for Enzo to give me an impatient look. I continued.

This was no different than going undercover. I had to keep my composure. I was going to prove to everyone at the precinct that I was not my father.

I was better.

Fabric fluttered to the floor, and I glared at Tex as he dropped his clothes carelessly. His fingers hovered over the button of his jeans.

“What?”

I looked from him to the mess he was creating. Tex rolled his eyes.

“Really?” He yanked them up and looked around before tossing them onto the single couch.

“No.”

“What do you want me to do? Hang them up?” Tex sounded exasperated.

“The closet is through those doors on the left.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Hurry up,” was all I said.

Tex stared at me for another second before he yanked his stuff up and made his way to the bedroom. I let him go alone, knowing there was nothing there.

I sipped the gin in my cup, listening out for Tex. He was taking longer than necessary, but he was no doubt looking for something.

“I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

Tex emerged from the room half-hard and fully naked. I’d been right. His body was magnificent. His chest was huge and looked good enough to bite. Varying tattoos littered his torso, none of them standing out to me. However, I committed every single one of them to memory.