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“I joined a conversation he was already in with two other people and noticed he barely made eye contact with me. I cornered him later, and he said you and he had a talk and he needed to stay away from me. He looked absolutely terrified. I practically had to drag the rest of the information out of him. He glanced over his shoulder every few seconds as if he was afraid the devil himself would appear and haul him to the depths of hell. ”
“Drag it out of him? Cute.”
“Nothing about what you did was cute.”
“I meant you’re cute when you’re protective of your piece-of-shit friends.”
She muttered a curse under her breath, and he hid his amusement because it would only inflame her anger.
“Dante, you can’t go around threatening people.”
“Why not?” He tossed his jacket on the plush bench at the foot of the bed.
Resting a hand on her hip, she stared at him in disbelief. “Because it’s… it’s not done.”
“You know who you married. You’re my wife.” His tone was firm and possessive.
“Everyone knows that.”
“Apparently, not everyone. Your friend thinks there’s a gray area.” He started on his cuffs.
“Vance is a friend, that’s all.”
“A friend who wants to screw you. Stop pretending you don’t know what he wants. Maybe you’ve resisted in the past, I don’t know.” Dante shrugged. “Maybe he finds you more appealing now you have a ring on your finger. I don’t care about his reasons. I only care that he knows I know what he’s up to.Bueno. This conversation is over.”
Annabelle blinked, temporarily speechless. “Excuse me? Did you dismiss me?”
“Yes, because this conversation is over.”
“I am not a goddamn child, Dante.”
“No, you’re not, but you’re also not going to change my mind and make me feel guilt or remorse about how I handled the situation with Vance. He knows where I stand now. He knows what line he can’t cross, and if he crosses it again, there will be consequences.”
“There will be…” Annabelle stopped, biting her lip. “Are you listening to yourself?”
“I know exactly what I said. I know what I told Vance, and I know what I told you. It’s late. Time for bed.”
He went into his closet and allowed himself a soft laugh. Annabelle had to be the most infuriating woman alive. Did she really think he would allow Vance or any man to hit on her? Thehijo de putawas lucky all Dante did was talk. In his younger days, he much preferred to settle disputes with his fists.
Dante removed his dress shirt and undershirt, balled them up, and tossed them in the hamper in his large dressing room. Unbuckling his belt, he removed his pants and tossed them on top of the pile. He exited into the bedroom to find Annabelle waiting in the middle of the floor with her arms crossed over her chest. Her sexy mouth was set in a rebellious stance, and her entire body set in rigid lines of coiled tension.
“You’re still dressed,” he said.
“Because I’m not done talking to you.” She averted her eyes from his hair sprinkled chest and bare thighs.
“Ay, Dios. You never know when to stop. That was one of our problems before. Our arguments should have lasted ten minutes, but because of your stubbornness, they could go on for ten days.”
Her mouth fell open. “That isnottrue.”
“It is true.” Her refusal to back down made his blood spike with desire. “Are you sure you want to continue this conversation?”
“Yes!” she answered, sounding exasperated.
“You can pretend to be angry, but I see the way you look at me. You’re almost ready, aren’t you?”
“You pompous?—”
Dante sauntered closer, forcing her gaze higher. “Shh.Cállate la boca, mi reina. I will give you what you want.”
