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‘No you won’t,’ I hissed.
Then he walked out of the door and I leaned back in my chair as blood thundered in my ears.
‘Are you okay?’ Hugo asked as he walked back into the room.
‘I am now,’ I nodded. ‘What a jerk!’
‘Want me to go kick his ass?’ he offered.
‘As tempting as that is, no thanks. Let me finish up here real quick and then we can go home.’
‘Good,’ he nodded in agreement. ‘I’ll feel much better when you’re safe at the house.’
CHAPTER 32
ALANA
Lucia and I were sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen. She was eating a bowl of ice-cream and I was flicking through a magazine. We both looked up when Alejandro walked into the room. He threw his car keys onto the counter and stood leaning against it, glaring at me.
‘I’m going to take this to my room and have a look at my history homework,’ Lucia said as she slipped off the stool and gave me a sideways eye roll.
‘Goodnight, Lucia,’ Alejandro said, his voice low and smooth.
‘Night guys,’ she replied and then she left the kitchen, closing the door behind her.
‘Do you have something to tell me, princess?’ he growled.
‘Well, by the look on your face, I assume Hugo has already told you that Bobby Conroy paid a visit to the shelter today.’
‘Yes, he did,’ he said as he crossed the kitchen in two large strides until he was standing directly in front of me. ‘What he couldn’t tell me is what went on between you and Bobby when you asked him to leave the room.’
‘We talked,’ I started to say before he interrupted me.
‘If all you did was talk, why the fuck did you send Hugo out of the room?’
‘Because I wanted a private conversation, Alejandro. You know what one of those is, don’t you? You get to have them all of the time.’
He leaned his face close to mine. ‘Don’t push me, Alana. This is not about me.’
I slipped off my stool. ‘No? What is it about then? Because it feels very much about you.’
‘What did the two of you talk about then?’ he growled. ‘What was so private that you couldn’t have Hugo in the room?’
I couldn’t help it. I rolled my eyes. Shit!
He wrapped his hand around my throat before I could even blink. ‘Did you just roll your eyes at me?’
‘Yes,’ I said. I felt a slight pressure on my windpipe and a flash of heat between my thighs. What the hell was wrong with me?
He pushed me backwards until I was pressed against the breakfast bar as he ran his thumb along my jawline. ‘Answer the fucking question, Alana.’
Crap! This was not going to go well. ‘He has offered to donate money to the shelter. His corporation is going to fund my post for the next five years.’
He dropped his hand to his side and frowned at me. ‘You’re a volunteer. Your post isn’t funded.’
‘I know. But it should be. And having a properly funded post gives Kristen some protection in case I stop working there for some reason.’
‘Good, because you won’t be working there any longer,’ he snapped.
