Page 30 of Casino King

If Tessa knew who I really was, I doubt she would’ve tried this shit with me. I can have her tracked, followed, and found with the snap of my fingers. She can’t hide. There’s no where she can go that I won’t know or be able to find her.

Downing the rest of the whiskey in my glass, I slam it on the drink cart and take long, sure strides out of my house, needing to tell her that right now.

Folding myself into my matte black Audi R8, I peel out of the garage with only one destination on my mind.

Weaving in and out of the cars on Atlantic Ave, I arrive at Lucy’s Diner in a matter of minutes. My car stands out like a diamond in a pile of rocks, and when I step through the door, every pair of eyes land on me.

I spot Tessa with her back to me at a table. She places the plates she’s holding down in front of the two men sitting there, each’s eyes roaming over her like she’s theirs to leer at.

My blood pounds loud in my ears when I see how short her uniform skirt is and how much of her long, tanned, smooth legs are on display for every man in the place to fanaticize about having wrapped around their hips.

Her long hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and when she turns towards me, it fans out around her shoulder like a silken rope I want to wrap around my fist. I’d pull her head back so I could look into her eyes and see the desire she wears so fucking beautifully for me.

Seeing me standing here, Tessa’s eyes widen, and she almost drops the tray in her hands.

My eyes roam over the front of her uniform, and all I see is red. Her tits are pushed up and on display with the low cut of the dress and skin-tight fit to her hips, showing off every sexy curve of her body that is mine to explore. Not the little pencil dick pricks in this place who look at her like they’ll be the ones to give her everything she needs.

Looking back at the men who she just delivered food to, they shrink at my attention, and I take in their faces, memorizing them for when the time comes that I’ll see them again and teach them what happens when they look at Tessa the way they were.

Tessa places the tray on the counter and wipes her hands down the front of her apron, her chest heaving with a heavy breath that does nothing to calm me.

My jaw hurts with how tightly I’m keeping it clenched so I don’t say every thought in my head. I’ve spent my entire life learning when to hold my tongue and when not saying anything is more powerful than words ever could be.

With small, tentative steps, she closes the distance between us. “What’re you doing here?” she whispers.

I’m trying to control myself, but the longer I stare down at her, the more riled up I get. How could Enzo not tell me this is what she fucking wears to work?

Grabbing Tessa by the arm, I practically push her out the front door. She doesn’t protest until we make it outside and away from the door and windows where anyone could hear or see us.

“What’re you doing, Alec?” she pulls her arm free and crosses them over her chest, pushing her tits up even more.

“What kind of fucking uniform is that? Do you not see how those men were looking at you?”

“I wear less on stage and you don’t seem to mind that.”

“That’s not the same,” I growl, taking a step closer while she takes one back.

“Is that why you’re here? To complain about my uniform?”

“No,” I say sharply. “I’m here because you snuck out of my house this morning without a word. Without a note. You called Enzo and begged him to come and get you.”

“So? Why would you care?” I take another step closer and she takes another back, this time her back hitting the cement wall of the building, not giving her any more space from me. “You left me alone last night.”

“And you think that means I don’t care?” I counter, and she gives me a small nod. “I left you alone because otherwise I was going to rip that little red dress from your body and spend the night fucking you until you couldn’t walk straight.” Her breath catches, and a flush spreads up her neck. “And I knew you would’ve let me even when you shouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

Flashing her a smile that’s all teeth, I close the distance between us. “Because you needed someone who was going to be gentle with you when you were upset, and that man isn’t me.”

Tessa’s pouty lips are separated in that sexy way I love, making me wish they were wrapped around my cock.

A low groan rumbles from me and I slam my mouth down on hers, needing to taste her. Needing to feed the beast inside of me that rattles at its chains whenever I’m near her.

Framing her face with my hands, I angle her how I want and take this kiss from her. My tongue sweeps into her mouth – tasing, exploring, claiming.

She gives into me without hesitation, her moan a straight shot to my dick as I press my hips into her, knowing that I’m the only thing keeping her upright.

Tessa’s hands grip the lapels of my suit jacket, begging me to stay where I am. But the fact that we’re out in broad daylight and vulnerable trickles into my mind, and I pull away. She gives me a little grunt of protest and I let my hands drift from her face to down her neck. Gripping her ponytail, she arches her back into me.

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