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I blushed to the roots of my hair. ‘I was going to make cheeseburgers. But I could do something else?’
He frowned at me and then at Alejandro. ‘Doesn’t Magda cook for you?’
‘She does most nights, but I like to cook too,’ I replied.
He nodded appreciatively. ‘And you make your own cheeseburgers?’
‘Yep,’ I said with a smile.
‘And they taste better than any burger you’ve ever eaten before. I guarantee it,’ Alejandro added and I blushed further. He had never complimented my cooking like that before.
‘Well, if that is true, you’d better not tell your Uncle Phillipe, or he’ll be finding excuses to visit you every weekend.’
Alejandro laughed as he handed each of us a drink.
‘Thanks,’ I said and he slipped his arm around my waist, skimming across my ass as he did.
Mateo was temporarily distracted by Magda walking into the kitchen. It was clear she had worked for their family for many years and she and Mateo had a brief but animated conversation in Spanish.
Alejandro took the opportunity to whisper in my ear as he squeezed my ass. ‘You have permission to go and put some panties on.’
Two hours later, Alejandro, Mateo and I had eaten our dinner and were sitting at the dining table. ‘That was delicious, Alana,’ Mateo said as he patted his flat stomach. ‘Where did you learn to cook like that?’
‘My grandma,’ I said with a smile. ‘I lived with her and my grandpa until I was fourteen. She used to cook all of her meals from scratch. We never had much money, so if I ever wanted a burger, it had to be home-made. I used to get so embarrassed when my friends came around, but once they tasted my grandma’s burgers, they used to come round every Friday night for some.’
Alejandro and his father stared at me and I felt my cheeks flush pink. ‘Sorry. Was I rattling on?’ I asked. I couldn’t help it. I had such lovely memories of my grandparents.
‘You weren’t,’ Mateo replied. ‘But, I didn’t realize you were raised by your grandparents?’
I shrugged. ‘My mom and dad were always on the campaign trail. So, my dad asked his mom and dad to look after me. It was better that I stayed in Brooklyn with them.’
‘You were raised in Brooklyn?’ Alejandro asked.
‘Uh-huh. Queens. Until my grandma died anyway and then I moved to Manhattan with my folks.’
Alejandro and his father shared a look that I couldn’t quite fathom but then they quickly changed the subject and started talking about the plans for the upcoming wedding of one of Alejandro’s cousins.
We lay in bed, my head on Alejandro’s chest and him tracing his fingertips up and down my arm. This was my favorite post-sex position, our warm bodies pressed together — his hard and mine soft, and nothing to do but fall asleep.
‘I had no idea you were raised by your grandparents,’ he said softly.
‘Well, why would you? I think we’ve already established you know very little about me, Mr. Montoya,’ I said as I ran my fingertips across the tattoos on his chest.
‘There’s nothing about that in any of your bios.’
‘You read my bios?’ I looked up at him and laughed softly.
‘Yes. I always research people I’m going into business with,’ he said with a flash of his eyebrows.
‘Well, your research into me was pretty shocking to say the least. Everyone knows those bios are a crock of shit.’
He ran his thumb across my lower lip, pulling it downwards so my mouth was open slightly. ‘Careful, princess,’ he warned. ‘So, why don’t you tell me what I’m missing then. Who is the real Alana Carmichael?’
I blinked at him. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to know. That would feel like the last of my defenses were gone. ‘Who do you think she is?’ I purred as I ran my hand down his chest towards his groin.
He grabbed my wrist, stopping me from going any further. ‘Stop trying to distract me with sex. Why did you live with your grandparents, and why is that a secret?’
‘It’s not a secret. Anyone who actually knows me or my family knows the truth. But living with my grandparents is just not something that my family advertise, that’s all. My dad is all about the importance of family so it was just better for his campaign not to mention it.’
