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‘You surprise me, Alana,’ he said eventually.
‘It shocks you that I’d buy things like that and not spend a fortune on pointless furniture that we don’t need?’ I challenged him.
‘Yes,’ he answered a little too quickly.
‘Well, that’s because you don’t know me at all, Alejandro.’
‘Don’t I?’ he asked, his eyes narrowed.
‘Tell me what you think you know then?’ I said as I glared back at him.
He sat back and ran a hand over his dark stubble. ‘You’re a spoiled little princess who has never had to work for anything in her life.’
I blinked at him. That wasn’t me at all. Not even close. But I reminded myself that I didn’t care what this monster thought of me. In fact the less he thought of me, the better. Maybe then he would let me go.
I leaned back in my seat and picked up my wine glass. ‘Well, in that case, you’ve got me completely nailed,’ I said as I gave him my biggest fake smile.
The rest of our dinner had passed pleasantly enough. Alejandro and I had concentrated on making small talk rather than anything more contentious. I had just finished the last bite of the most delicious steak I had ever tasted in my life and I looked up at him. He was cutting into his steak and I looked at his hands. They were large and powerful, and I suddenly had a vision of him ripping my panties off with them.
He did everything with such certainty and confidence. I squeezed my thighs together as I felt the heat building in my core. I should hate this man, and I did most of the time, so why did my body want him so badly?
Why did I have constant visions of those beautiful hands running over my body? Of him holding himself over me and …
He looked up at me and caught me staring and flashed me a wicked grin that made my insides turn to molten lava.
I was about to ask him how his steak was when I saw the flash of metal from the corner of my eye. Before I could register what was happening there was a gun pointed at my face, and Alejandro was jumping up off his seat. I stared at the barrel and could see nothing but the gun in front of me.
‘Give my regards to your father,’ I heard someone snarl, but then there was a flurry of activity around me. The next thing I knew, the gun was gone and I looked up to see Alejandro wrestling a large bearded man to the ground.
‘Pull the car around,’ he barked to someone that I couldn’t see as two of his bodyguards rushed to his side. They picked the man up from the floor and Alejandro stood up and turned to me. I stared at him open-mouthed, my legs and hands trembling like autumn leaves in a storm.
He took one large stride towards me and then scooped me into his arms. I buried my head against his chest. I didn’t want to look at all of the faces of the diners who were staring at us.
He marched out of the restaurant, holding me close to him and barking at people to get out of his way.
The next time I looked up, we were in the safety of the car. He sat back against the leather seat, with me still in his arms.
‘Drive, Jacob,’ he ordered and the car sped away from the curbside.
It was only then that I felt brave enough to look at his face, and then I was sorry that I did. He was looking at me with such concern in his eyes that it made me want to cry.
He smoothed my hair from my face. ‘Are you okay, Alana?’ he asked softly.
I nodded. I was. Thanks to him.
But, this wasn’t right. He wasn’t the good guy here. He wasn’t nice. He didn’t care about me.
I started to edge my way off his lap but he held me tight to him. ‘Alana! You’re in shock. Just sit still!’
I didn’t resist him. I didn’t want to. I remained on his lap and he loosened his grip on me. Then he slid his phone out of his pocket and made a call to someone. Most of what he said was in Spanish, but despite that, I understood the nature of the call. I suspected that the man with the gun in the restaurant wouldn’t be breathing for much longer.
It was only when he ended the call, that I felt his muscles relax.
He ran his hand up the outside of my thigh and rested it on my hip. I felt the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of my dress, but despite that I shivered from his touch.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked again.
‘Yes,’ I whispered. ‘What was that about? He mentioned my father.’
