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"Lexi."
He didn't need to say more than my name, and I was striding toward the door to wrench it open.
Antonio wore a crisp white shirt, dark suit jacket, and pristine matching slacks. One elegant eyebrow raised as he took in my attire: a pair of yoga pants and a Loki shirt that read "Bow down to me" below the cartoon character.
"Really, Lexi?" He shook his head, trying his best for a deep scowl, but a humorous light reflected in his eyes.
I didn't say anything. I just shrugged and pushed past him toward the dining room.
Miko and Cormac were already seated at the table, and both rose when I approached.
I'm sure gentlemanly manners were drilled into their heads by Antonio.
"Love the shirt, Princess," Miko smirked and licked his lips suggestively. "I knew you were a fan of the villains."
I snorted and lifted my hand with my middle finger extended to scratch at my eyebrow.
"Oh, bravo." He chuckled and clapped his hands before turning to Cormac. "She's going to be so much fun."
"More like she's going to be a pain in my palm." Antonio scooted my chair out, and I sat down gracefully as he pushed it in.
While I'd lived as a poor omega my entire life, I could still have a bit of class when I felt like it.
I gave a sweet smile as I glanced back at Antonio over my shoulder. "Thank you. Now, what did you mean by ‘a pain in my palm’?”
Oh, I damn well knew what he meant. I just wanted to hear him say it.
Or, that is to say, my brazen hussy brat of an alter ego wanted to hear him say it.
Antonio took his seat and placed his napkin over his lap. He'd never been this polished or poised in our past life. It must have been something his uncle taught him—all the things he must have experienced in the ten years since we parted.
Now, I was again thinking about all the women he must have been with.
My slightly elevated mood after seeing the reactions of the three alpha stooges soured instantly.
My head drooped, and I lifted my napkin to place in my lap as an older gentleman wheeled out a cart with silver domed lids.
"Thank you, Carlisle." Antonio smiled and nodded as the man set the plates in front of each of us, then removed the lids and disappeared back into the kitchen.
I glanced down at the elaborate plate of pasta and chicken. Fettuccine alfredo.
My teeth gnashed together as I stared down at the plate.
It was my favorite. Of course, fucking Antonio had remembered my favorite meal.
"Yum." Miko rubbed his hands together with a delightful glint gleaming in his eye before digging into the plate with gusto.
The man ate the way he kissed. Uninhibited. With enthusiasm and passion. As he slurped up a noodle, his lips pursed, and he licked them clean with unnecessary seduction.
Of course, as he looked right at me, his dark eyes blazed like liquid pools of obsidian as he focused on my lips.
I dropped my gaze and picked up my fork, determined to eat and not get myself hot-and-bothered, or upset by them.
"Is your room okay, baby girl?" Cormac asked, and I refused to acknowledge how his baby girl nickname made little butterflies dance in my belly.
"It's fine." I didn't take my eyes off my pasta as I set my fork down and wiped my mouth with my napkin. I decided I wouldn't look at any of them for the rest of the meal.
Now, if I could accomplish that, I would reward myself with a whole pint of world-class chocolate ice cream from Baskin Robbins.
