Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
She beamed with a gleam in her eyes. Staring back at me with a starry gaze that was new and unfamiliar. “Only problem is, you don’t own me, Mr. Martinez,” she murmured so low I could barely hear her.
I chuckled, “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I own everything.” Once again leaning back into my chair, giving her the space she didn’t want.
“What does cariño mean?” she asked, changing the subject. Needing to control the effect I had on her. Unfolding her legs from beneath her, squirming a little in her chair.
“It’s a term of endearment in Spanish, like saying honey or baby.”
“Oh…” she purred.
“Don’t read too much into it, it’s a term I use loosely,” I lied.
“Oh…”
“I really like the way you say that,” I paused. “Cariño.”
She blushed, bowing her head so I wouldn’t notice. I was about to tell her to look me in the eyes when I was talking to her, but my phone rang, breaking our connection and ruining the moment. It was starting to take its toll on me. My willpower to stay away from her, fading more and more as the days went on. I actually looked forward to coming home to her. Wanting to make her laugh, to see her smile, to talk to her, to watch her fucking dance.
To have her in my bed every night… and every morning. I was falling for her, and I hadn’t even touched her, yet. Fuck, I had already fallen for her.
Which was a deadly combination for a man like me.
“Habla,” I answered, “Talk” on my phone.
“Boss, we have some trouble at the dance club.”
“Why is this my problem?”
“Trust me, boss. I wouldn’t have called if I didn’t think you would want to make it your problem.”
I hung up, throwing my phone on the desk. Taking a deep breath, pulling the hair back away from my face. The last thing I wanted to do was go back out at this time of the night. I was fucking exhausted, or at least that was what I told myself, knowing it had to do with the beautiful ballerina sitting in front of me.
“Is everything okay?” she asked, out of concern.
“I have to go.” I stood, grabbing my suit jacket from behind my chair.
“Can I come with you?” she warily questioned, bringing my attention back to her. Batting her fucking eyes at me.
“Lexi, I—”
“I promise I’ll listen to you,” she coaxed in the sweetest fucking voice, making it nearly impossible for me to say no to her.
“Your nose is actually growing right now. You are aware of that right?”
She bowed her head, disappointed.
“You have five minutes to meet me at the front door.”
She immediately peered back up at me with wide eyes. A smile spread across her face.
“If you’re not there. I’m leaving.”
She enthusiastically nodded. Bolting off the seat, hauling ass out of the room. Stumbling over her own two feet, catching herself at the last second. I laughed, not letting it deter her.
I shook my head, berating myself. “What the fuck are you doing, Alejandro?” I murmured, rubbing the back of my neck. Trying to ease the sudden splitting headache I felt looming.
I holstered my guns, put extra magazines, in my suit jacket. Grabbing my phone on my way out. Lexi was already waiting by the door when I walked up. Her long, dark hair flowed loosely around her gorgeous face. She was wearing a pair of low cut, tight fucking jeans that accentuated her luscious ass, and a belly shirt, which left very little to the imagination. A studded bellybutton ring hung temptingly on display. A pair of fuck-me heels, finished off her barely their getup.
“I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I heard your man say they needed you at your dance club. I’ve never been to a club, so I didn’t know what to wear. I hope this—” I wiped off the red lipstick from her pouty goddamn lips.
“Your nose is growing again, cariño. Not trying to eavesdrop my ass.”
She threw her head back, laughing, and I resisted the urge to laugh with her. Instead, I grabbed her hand and led her out the door. “You don’t leave my side unless I tell you to. Do you understand me?”
She nodded, following me out to the limo with four bodyguards I had escorting us. Usually I would only take one, but since Lexi was with me, I chose to be overly cautious. I spent most of the ride on the phone, while Lexi sat beside me, fidgeting with her fingers. Her leg bouncing up and down, anticipating what the night would bring. At one point, I subconsciously reached over, placing my hand on her thigh to calm her. She tensed from the unexpected gesture, but I squeezed her thigh in reassurance. She relaxed, easing into my touch. I spent the rest of our ride trying like hell not to move my hand further up her thigh.