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“Something wrong with the front?” Brett asked, stepping back.
“No. Just to dodge those fuckers out there and Magic yelling face mask. I’m fuckin’ sure that’s his new mantra.”
“You’re telling me. I am sick of hearing it.” Brett hesitated and took the initiative. “Alice has put some real effort into tonight, Diesel. If you are looking for casual, walk, and I’ll inform Alice something came up.”
“Claimin’ her,” Diesel grunted, and Brett nodded, relief relaxing his shoulders.
Diesel nodded. Took a brave man to confront a Hellfire member. Diesel wouldn’t forget Brett’s loyalty towards Alice.
He took the stairs two at a time and hoped the gift Thalia bought was appreciated. For some strange reason, Diesel felt a pinch of nervousness. He knocked at the door and waited.
Alice
Oh God, he was here. I quickly checked the apartment and opened the door. Diesel stood there, looking as sexy as ever. But he’d made an effort. He wore dark blue jeans, a red long-sleeved Henley, and his shitkickers. His hair had been shaved freshly at the sides, leaving it longer on top. Diesel’s beard had been trimmed, and his brown eyes were smiling at me. Then heat hit them as he saw what I was wearing, tinging his cheeks pink.
After inviting Diesel for dinner, I’d panicked and texted Natasha. I only had a few pairs of jeans and tees at the apartment, as nobody had collected my stuff yet. Magic had reported that my house was being watched, and they didn’t want to send anyone in from an MC in case they tracked back to here. The less the church had, the better. Natasha had taken my sizes and told me not to fret. When Natasha arrived today, she’d bought a lovely white knee-length dress. It had lace at the bottom and around the low-cut vee. It was most definitely my style.
At first, I thought it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen until I spotted the neckline and froze. My scar would be on display. Natasha hadn’t known about it, and when I’d explained, she made me try it on. All I could view was the scar and nothing else. Natasha totally ignored it and forced me to see myself in the mirror, and I looked pretty good. There had been some strappy sandals to wear, and Natasha suggested leaving my blonde hair down in a silky sheet. Not one for makeup, and I wouldn’t know how to apply it, I went for a fresh-faced look.
“Angel,” Diesel murmured, his eyes holding mine captive.
I twitched nervously, and a beautiful smile crossed those gorgeous lips.
“I’m sorry! Come in!” I exclaimed, realising we were standing staring at each other.
Diesel followed, and as I turned, he trapped me against the wall in his arms and bent his head.
“I’m having dessert now,” Diesel announced and kissed me thoroughly. By the time he’d finished, I was pressed against his body of my own accord, and my hands were round his neck.
“Like that look on you, Alice,” Diesel muttered.
A ping came from the kitchen, and I gasped and slid out of his embrace as I hurried to the oven and turned it down. When I left, I saw Diesel standing in the living room, staring at the table.
“Is it too much?” I asked, worried.
“You did this for me?” Diesel replied with a strange tone in his voice.
I’d set up a table for two, with a snowy white tablecloth, wine glasses, the best silver the apartment boasted, and scattered rose petals. Candles stood with flames flickering, and I’d put out a jug of water, a bottle of wine, and a beer. A breadbasket was in the middle.
“Too much,” I confirmed dejectedly.
Diesel swept around and yanked me into his arms. His kiss once again left me putty in his hands, and his eyes smiled warmly.
“Nobody has bothered before, Alice. This takes my breath away that you thought I was worthy of such consideration,” Diesel muttered.
Diesel’s words gave me a glow, while his kiss left me in a daze.
“Wanted it to be perfect,” I whispered.
“Sweetheart, nothing is ever perfect and certainly not me, but this is as close to heaven as I imagined,” Diesel replied. “Shit,here, this is for you!” he announced and handed me the bag. It was too large for wine and chocolates, something Natasha assured me was the norm for a date. I opened it and was hit with a range of scents, all yummy and gorgeous.
“Chocolates and flowers seemed cliche,” Diesel added uncomfortably.
The bag was filled with tealight candles, oils, incense sticks, and cones. I spotted a small burner and incense holder at the bottom.
“Oh, I love this!” I exclaimed as I spied wax melts.
“You do?” Diesel asked as I smiled.
