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“I guess we’ll find out, but falling a few feet is fine. Besides, it’s kinda fun, like that one holiday,” she snapped her fingers, momentarily forgetting the answer. “The one where we eat all day and fight all night for gifts? Oh, Black Friday!”
“The holiday is Thanksgiving, but yeah… I see what you mean.” The bass was so heavy that I held onto our bottle ofDon Jefe,keeping it from rattling off the table. “What’s he going to do now?” I asked nervously.
“What do you mean?”
“Does he jump from the stage and into the crowd? What else could possibly happen that creates the intense atmosphere I always hear about?” Not that I needed to see anything else, because I’d already witnessed my fair share of uncomfortable and painful moments.
“Alejandro?” She laughed. “This is it. You’re looking at it.” She pointed to the media montage of Alex Rivers’s fight scenes. He leapt off buildings and knocked out men, perpetuating all the cool shit that made people scream, but caused me to recoil. I hated action films, I hated the reactions they got, but by the look on Alejandro’s face, he may have felt the same.
“I don’t understand?”
Alejandro’s long finger rested on the diamond cut corner of his chin, his face sharp as glass. I couldn’t tell if he was excited or worried, maybe both.
“All people want is the action star, they don’t care about anything else. So, this is all he does. He plays this exact montage anywhere he goes, and people pay big bucks for it.” Ivanna clicked on her phone, beginning a timer that flashed on its screen. “We got less than an hour until we leave. It’s the longest he’ll stay, social media goal or not.”
“Is this normal?” I asked, observing the screens above. The clips finished themselves, defaulting to a still shot ofDon Jefe. A distracting parade of bottle girls appeared in the crowds, passing out autographed boxes of tequila as Alejandro stepped away into the shadows of armed security.
“He seems a little more generous today. He actually waved. Most likely just for you,” Ivanna replied. “But honestly, I don’t think he has it in him anymore. He’d rather be harvesting agave in some miserable field.” Ivanna showed me the text that arrived on her phone.
Mr. Rivers: Shut the drapes. I’m almost there.
“That’s my queue.” Ivanna sat up, reaching over to loosen the straps of our red curtains. She drew them closer, engulfing us with a quick red shield. “For privacy, of course… we’ll keep the guards outside, but Alejandro is about to join us.”
“Do you think it’ll be ok?” I asked, unsure of the attention we could possibly receive.
“We’ll be discreet, but that may be difficult with guards around.”
“I can order them away.” Alejandro appeared by my ear, kissing my cheek as I jumped from surprise. He put his leg over the booth and sat right behind me, drawing me into his chest.
“She’s been on edge,” Ivanna noted, pouring another drink.
“Of course she has. This place is fucking ridiculous.” Alejandro unzipped his signature leather jacket, showing off a wisp of chest hair under his crisp, black shirt. “There was an altercation. Someone got stabbed near the bar.”
“Another one?” Ivanna didn’t even bother looking up from her phone, acting as if it were a normal thing to ask.
Alejandro signaled for the guards to move, leaving us less noticeable without their presence. “Yes, don’t worry about it. Everything was taken care of. Did you start your timer?”
“Of course. Fifty minutes left in the countdown.” Ivanna held up her phone.
“Your whole operation is like a well-oiled machine,” I grinned.
“More like a bomb than a machine,” Alejandro slipped on his black aviators, appearing more as a shadow than a man. Still, even in the dark, his graveled rasp lit me on fire. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional, but his boot tapped along my heel like a secret morse code of affection. “She looks good in daises, doesn’t she?”
Ivanna immediately agreed. “I knew it when I saw it, it’d look perfect on her.”
I pulled my hand along the satin that hugged my hips, wearing the dress he had Ivanna pick out for me weeks ago. It felt just like yesterday when I was in his trailer, trying so hard to throw him off. I still couldn’t believe I wore that hideous orange turtleneck, but who was I kidding? Even the universe had a good laugh by spilling coffee all over it.
“I want to make sure everything’s in order, you know how things get,” he addressed Ivanna impatiently. “Go meet with Charles. I want the car ready now, just in case.”
“You got it, boss,” she stood up, focusing on her phone. “Look for my text. The second we hit eight million you can leave early.”
“The sooner the better.”
We watched as she disappeared back into the crowd of people, and although the room was deafening, Alejandro’s silent stare towards my face felt a hundred times louder.
We exchanged a look as he grazed my thigh, the tips of his fingers touching invisible peach fuzz that drove me absolutely insane. I was lightheaded, and my lips tingled as the spot he placed his palm made me suddenly nervous. Would he go further? Would he rub me right over my panties in public? The suggestion alone drained all the blood from my ringing ears, pooling it between my legs, tickling the spot I knew he wanted to touch. That wasn’t even the best part, because with Alejandro the key to his seduction always lied in his anticipation. I was never sure if he was going to play with me or not, because everything he did was sexual, everything he did was surprising and deliciously unpredictable.
“So, you like my daisies?” I asked innocently, brushing my pinky over one of the small flowers near my chest.
