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‘No,’ I barked at her, a little sharper than I’d intended. ‘This isn’t New York. You can’t just wander around here without protection. Not now that you’re my wife, Alana.’
She bit her lip and nodded. ‘But Hank, though? Isn’t there anyone else who could come with me? I know you have some female security staff?’
‘No,’ I shook my head. ‘If you are in danger, a man is stronger and faster and better able to protect you.’
‘That’s sexist!’ she snapped.
‘That’s genetics, princess.’
She glared at me and I knew she was biting back a retort. I could see the skin on her chest and neck turning pink as she struggled to keep a lid on her temper.
I tried not to smile. She was kind of hot when she was angry.
I expected an epic temper tantrum to follow — wasn’t that what spoiled little princesses did when they couldn’t get their own way? But instead, she took a deep breath and leaned back against the counter.
‘Okay,’ she said softly. ‘If it has to be Hank, then so be it.’
I frowned at her. That had been far too easy. I could hardly blame her for not wanting to spend too much time in Hank’s company. He was a miserable bastard on his best days, but he was good at his job and that was why he was assigned to her.
‘How about I pick a few of my best men and send them over here tomorrow, and you can interview them yourself?’ I offered. ‘Then you can choose your own personal bodyguard.’
She looked up at me again, her eyes shining. ‘Yes. But, you won’t choose a load of Hank-alikes, will you?’
I laughed. ‘No,’ I said with a shake of my head.
‘Then that sounds great. Thank you, Alejandro,’ she purred like a kitten and the sound vibrated through my whole body and headed straight to my cock.
She seemed so fucking grateful for such a small gesture. Was she just fucking with me?
For some reason, the memory of our kiss earlier and the feeling of her round, juicy ass in the palm of my hand forced themselves into the forefront of my mind.
I walked over to her until we were standing just a few inches apart. She looked up at me, her breathing fast and shallow as her eyes searched my face. I contemplated lifting her onto the kitchen counter, and seeing what she was wearing under that sexy fitted dress she was wearing when Magda walked back into the room.
Alana looked at my housekeeper in surprise, making me wonder just what had been going through her mind, and whether it was anything like the filthy thoughts that were running through mine.
I shook my head to clear it. It was probably better that I didn’t know.
‘I’ll send the candidates here tomorrow at nine am,’ I said and then I walked out of the kitchen with the twitch in my cock turning into a raging hard on.
I put my sunglasses on, shielding my eyes from the glare of the evening sun as I leaned back against the soft leather seat of my car while my driver took us to my hotel. I brushed the pad of my thumb against the platinum band on my finger. It still felt entirely alien to me and I wondered if I would ever get used to it.
How the fuck had I ended up married?
I frowned as I stared out of the window, thinking about how three months earlier my father had presented me with a proposal, and because I respected him, and I knew that it was good for business, I’d agreed.
The Montoya Corporation was a huge national organization, and we had plenty of legitimate businesses, but we had made our money in the illegitimate kind.
My father was keen to clean the up the family name and add some semblance of legitimacy to the Montoya brand. He was the son of immigrant parents who had come to the US from Spain in the 1960s, and I knew that despite all of his success, he could never quite shake that feeling that he didn’t belong here.
His grand plan for me, his only son and heir, was to marry into a wealthy and powerful political family, and ensure that we became undisputed US royalty. He had chosen three potential candidates, all of whom had fathers with enough ambition or plain old greed, to be willing to marry their daughters off to further their own careers.
Two of the women he’d chosen were even up for the deal, but Alana Carmichael had needed to be persuaded, and that was part of the reason I’d chosen her.
The other reason was that she was a spoiled Manhattan brat, who I knew I could never even like, let alone love. But I’d thought that I would certainly enjoy taming her.
‘You okay, amigo?’ Jax asked me as he sat back in the seat next to me, chewing on his nicotine gum.
‘I’ll be better once I’ve had a drink,’ I replied with a sigh.
