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I especially liked one of the necklaces. It had a brown tiger's eye centered in the middle of a silver circle and hanging from a black cord. Strangely enough, the tiger's eye reminded me of Alessandro's eyes. They had the same hint of gold in them.
"Do you like that,gattino?" Alessandro asked. "I can get it for you."
I shot Alessandro a narrowed-eyed glare before continuing on my way. I was perfectly capable of buying my own jewelry, thank you very much. I did not need a sugar daddy.
I heard Alessandro snap his fingers before he hurried to catch up with me. I refused to look to see what he was doing, but I had a pretty good idea. As much as I wanted that necklace, I refused to be bought, not even by my true mate.
I might not be a prince, but I had standards. Granted, they weren't very high standards, but I still had them. Over the years, I'd learned that money did not make a man. Some of the nicest, most principled people I knew were dirt ass poor.
I glanced at Alessandro. "You're going to get mugged wearing a suit like that in this neighborhood." I was wearing a suit too, but I decided to ignore that fact.
Alessandro grunted as he slid his hands into the pockets of his slacks, but there was a smile on his face, and not the same plastic one he'd given the doctor either. This looked like a real smile.
I kind of liked it.
I wasn't going to tell him that.
"So, what's the plan here?" I asked. "Are you just going to walk me home or what?"
"Or what." Alessandro shrugged. "I don't have any plans past that."
Huh.
"Wanna get dinner?"
Alessandro's eyebrows lifted for a fraction of a second before his smile grew wider. "I'd love to. There's a great five-star—"
"Yeah, no." You couldn't pay me enough to step foot inside a five-star restaurant. The food was good, but the atmosphere sucked hind end. It was like being in a luxury fishbowl.
Wasn't going to happen.
"There's a great little Cuban joint down the street from my loft. We can go there."
"Money isn't an object, René. I can take us anywhere. Hell, if you want to fly to Paris to get dinner, I'll have the jet warmed up."
I rolled my eyes. "Been there, done that."
Alessandro's brow flickered. "I could fly us to Cuba, and we could have authentic Cuban food."
"Or we could just go to the little joint down the street from my loft, have authentic Cuban food cooked by real Cubans, and save the jet fuel." I wagged my eyebrows at the guy. "And you'll be helping the environment as well."
Things fell silent between us for awhile. I didn't mind really. I loved the walk to my loft, even if it wasn't in the most prestigious of neighborhoods. It wasn't even on a tourist map.
"I don't suppose you like sports cars, do you?"
Okay, random question.
"I think they're neat and all, and I've even driven a few, but I don't have much use for them. I tend to walk most places, ride my motorcycle, or take a taxi."
Alessandro sighed. "You won't let me buy you jewelry. You don't want a sports car. What can I get you to show you how sorry I am for what I did?"
"How about dinner?"
Chapter Nine
~ Alessandro ~
I didn't know what to think of René. Most people would be jumping at the chance to have a rich handsome man spend money on them and offer to fly them anywhere in the world.
