Enzo (The Wolves Den: New #1)

12. Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

A smile curved around Deja's lips. even as she tried to brush wakefulness away and snuggle back into sleep. Her dreams consisted of Enzo holding her as he asked her what was going to her new place and what was staying. She had most of her stuff packed, so they walked from room to room, and she pointed, and he had males finish up for her.

Now she needed to know if she could leave all that stuff here until she found a place to stay. Once again, the cold voice of reality intruded on her happy thoughts, reminding her she slept with her boss. She was going to have to leave. Find a new job.

I didn't sleep with him. There was no penetration.

Then what was he doing with his tongue?

I remember it being deep inside of us.

Oh, don't forget those talented fingers.

That's not penetration, she tried to justify to the voices in her head.

Then why do you call it penetration when you put your fingers in your pussy?

Argh! She rolled over and buried her head in the pillow.

Why was she the only female on the face of the earth that had voices in her head that didn't agree with her? She waited for an answer, but of course, none was forthcoming because this was her life. I suggest you guys fall in line, or I will put you all in a cage.

They laughed at her. Every single one of them, which caused her to sigh again. Sitting up in the bed, she listened to the male voices coming from the living room; Enzo and Ven were in there. How was she going to face them?

I'd start by putting some clothes on.

The voices in her head could be such smart asses, but clean clothes did sound good. She slipped out of her thong and placed it in her new spot for dirty clothes. She needed a hamper. Going to her suitcase, she pulled out a pair of granny panties, debating whether she should wear them.

Don't you dare!

I'll make your life miserable.

That's a sure-fire way to tell him you're not interested.

It was that last thought that had her balling them up and placing them at the bottom of the suitcase before she took out another thong; this one was red with little black hearts on it. She'd bought it for Valentine's Day even though she wasn't in a relationship at the time. With a smile, she took out the matching bra, just in case.

A pair of shorts, not the respectable kind, but the kind that stopped just a little past her cheeks and a cami. If this outfit didn't scare Enzo away, then he probably liked her body.

The skirt didn't scare him away.

She ignored the voice in her head like every other sane female did and pushed the door to her bedroom open.

She stopped when she was standing in the doorway because Enzo's eyes looked at her, holding her in his grip. A small fire started behind them when he saw her. His lips pulled up into a smile. Those eyes raked her from head to toe, and they smoldered like he was seeing the most beautiful woman ever.

She preened. It was something she had never done before and didn't know her body could do. But she felt herself as her body changed positions just slightly, showing off all her assets and allowing him to admire her like she was a beauty queen because at that moment she was. His eyes flashed, and she knew that he wanted her again, but not just that. He had that I-want-to-keep-you look.

Her eyes swung to Ven, noting that both were sitting in an armchair on either side of the couch.

Ven was giving her a look too. His blue eyes were warm and glowing as he watched her. His look was just as possessive. He didn't want to let her go either. She knew that look; she'd seen it in her own eyes many times when she thought of her mom.

The voices in her head were saying things she didn't want to hear, so she tuned them out and went to sit on the couch. She chose the middle cushion, perfectly spaced between the two of them.

"What are you doing?" She looked at the television.

"This is a game show. I heard Angel tell some of her friends she liked it. So, I asked Enzo if we could watch it."

She looked at Ven before looking at Enzo. "Is this your first time watching television?"

They both nodded yes, and she sat on her hands because that was the only way she wasn't going to start pulling at her hair.

"Why?" Ven dropped his eyes, so she focused on Enzo.

"If our people came for us, we needed them to understand we hadn't immersed ourselves in a foreign culture."

She nodded like she was buying it. There was more to this, but really, why should Enzo tell her every secret when truthfully, she was hiding a few of her own?

She faced forward and watched television as she started patting the two cushions beside her, cushions that were big enough for Enzo and Ven. They looked at her, wondering if she was serious before they looked at each other. Finally, Enzo moved from the chair to the couch, coming close enough that she could feel his body heat.

Her eyes never looked at Ven as she kept patting the cushion until he hesitantly got up and moved to sit next to her. She leaned over and ruffled Ven's hair, even getting to peck his cheek and give him a one-armed hug before she laid her head on Enzo's arm.

The people on the show were running around with grocery carts, sticking anything they could find in them.

"Do they always run in the stores?" Ven asked, casting her a quick glance.

"Have you ever been to the store?"

He shook his head. "We try to minimize our exposure and contact with the natives."

"We're too big and different looking; they will be able to tell that we are aliens. Although we are bred to fight, there are only a few thousand of us against your weapons and your military. We would fight hard; it would take you years to recover, but in the end, it would be a slaughter."

"When you first came, I think that made sense, but today our males grow over six feet tall, and no one looks at them strangely. I need to show you some basketball games. You would need to control your teeth, but I've been watching, and they don't have to be sharp. Right?"

Ven opened his mouth and showed her two rows of perfectly normal teeth.

"So that wouldn't keep you from going into a store. What about your eyes? I have to tell you, when they glow, it's a dead giveaway."

"We can do this." Ven showed her the side of his head, moving his hair just a little. There were two small circles. He pushed one, and the glow in his eyes disappeared. "We use it if we think we may have to interact with humans."

Deja gulped before taking a deep breath of air.

Let's run.

There's more going on here than we know.

Do you think Ven or Enzo will hurt us?

Look at him.

She looked at Ven. Not through the eyes of a scared woman but through the eyes of someone who cared about him. If she had a son, she'd want one like Ven. He was scared not because she could do something to hurt him physically, but because he had revealed a secret, something he had spent his life hiding, and now he was waiting for her to reject him.

Deja knew what that was like. She had spent a lot of time getting rejected when she was younger until she learned to pick the right kind of friends. Even then, the popular kids had liked to make her life a living hell whenever they could.

"Perfect. Then we will go out to dinner tomorrow. You can do that, and no one will know. I'll be with the most handsome men in the place, and all the other women will be insanely jealous of me."

"Dinner at a restaurant? Can we go?" Ven was staring at Enzo, begging him to say yes.

He opened his mouth, but she cut him off.

"We are going to dinner tomorrow, so get used to it. It won't be somewhere fancy. I don't have fancy money. And do you have a car?" She gave him her best don't-mess-with-me look. Before she arched one of her eyebrows—and yes, she skipped a meal to get them arched. It just didn't cost that much, and a girl needed to look good when she went on an interview.

"I have a license and a car in the garage. We don't go anywhere, though, so..."

"So, you can drive, but you're not the best. Lucky for you, I love driving. I sold my car recently, but I am smooth behind the wheel like butter."

They both frowned, and she laughed.

"I'm going to take a shower and put something on for work tonight. Then I'm cooking. I don't know what's in that fridge, so take something out for dinner." Deja smiled at Enzo and Ven before disappearing into her room.

She gathered what she needed and disappeared behind the bathroom door. After she started the shower, Deja looked at herself in the mirror. Someone help her because she was happy. Her eyes glowed with their own inner fire. Her mouth kept turning upward even when she tried to frown. Wow, she was even feeling good in her skin, and it had been a while since she last felt this way.

Aliens. She got in the shower and noted she was humming. That ugly voice, the one she ignored, reared its head.

Alien, you allowed our body to be fouled by something that wasn't human. What's wrong with you that you can't find a real man to take care of your needs? Are you one of those sick women who needs something that isn't normal or natural?

Was she one of those sick women? What was wrong with her?

Exactly who are these sick women and what do they need?

That was a good question. She had no idea who these sick women were or if they even existed outside of the nasty voice in her head. Malice was her name, and Deja had worked long and hard to take her voice away, but she still came out at times.

We've had several men.

So what if it didn't work out.

I might not have gotten a visual, but I got a good feel, and Enzo is all man.

And this is the reason she loved the voices in her head because they were always there when she needed them the most.

Enzo was all man. Ven was the perfect almost-twenty-something, and no, she didn't deserve them, but she wasn't giving up on them today. Yep, they were keeping secrets, but when the time came, they'd deal with all of them. For now, she had a meal to cook and an outing to plan.

She stepped out of the shower and looked at herself in all her naked glory. Back up, world, because Deja is here to stay.