His chuckle was dry and humorless. “You, princess, are my enterprise.” He grabbed my arm, turned, and dragged me alongside the constructing.

“Let go. You promised to not contact me.”

He didn’t decelerate.

“Properly, you lied to me, and meaning you forfeited the suitable to cry uncle now.”

“Oh my God, you’re actually unbearable.”

He opened a door and dragged me inside, then stopped in need of bumping right into a server, balancing six full plates on his arms.

We’d entered the busy kitchen of the restaurant I simply ran from.

“Giuseppe, I want a desk for 2,” Alex shouted to a person who was clearly the chef of this kitchen.

Giuseppe pointed to the suitable, and Alex marched us there, all of the whereas hanging on to my arm.

As soon as we arrived at a desk in a non-public nook, nonetheless within the kitchen however exterior of the primary walkways, he let go of my arm and pulled out a chair for me. “Sit.”

I glared at him however sat.

He rounded the desk and took the chair reverse of me. “I didn’t intend to eat, nevertheless it appears, the minute I allow you to out of my sight, you do issues that hurt your self.”

I folded my arms over my chest, which prompted his eyes to flicker down earlier than he slowly dragged them again up.

Very slowly.

His gaze on me was like a bodily caress. My nipples hardened.

Bloody hell.

The very last thing I wanted was for Alex bloody Falcone to get a whiff of me being bodily interested in him.

“I’m not. And newsflash. I’m a grown girl and may handle myself. That is solely pointless.”

He leaned again, an odd gleam in his eyes.

I mimicked his stance, stared again at him with out saying something.

Our staring contest lasted till a really fairly feminine server approached our desk. “Alessandro, what an honor.” She nodded at me, although her eyes had been chilly as ice when she regarded me over.

If I didn’t know any higher, and if it wasn’t utterly ridiculous, I might say it was hate at first sight.

Was she jealous of me?

I suppressed a smile—another member of the Alessandro Falcone fan membership.

“Hey, Bridget, are you able to convey us one in every of every part?”

I hung my head and sighed.

So excessive.

“In fact,” Bridget singsonged.

I regarded again up and caught her virtually undressing Alex together with her eyes.

“I missed you on the membership final weekend.”

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