Page 51 of What She Wants

Each time, Mikonos tells me he knows something about me or my house, it drives me to a mini heart attack and then I have to talk myself off the cliff of cursing him the fuck out. Mikonos leaves me standing there with Markos, the big motherfucker that semi propelled Esme’s domino piece into mine.

“Markos.” I say with a head nod. He stands there and just looks at me. There’s no expression on his face and I don’t know if just staring at me means anything. “Enjoy the wedding yesterday?”

“You’re making this awkward. I fucked your wife but there was no emotion toward it just like you’ve fucked someone else’s wife out there even if they weren’t married at the time or whatever. But you love Esme and she loves you. That’s all that matters. Now, I’m going to check your perimeters and make sure everything is set. My wife isn’t here so I don’t need to talk to anybody. Keep the food coming.”

Markos waves behind me and walks out. Esme’s arm comes around my back and she lays her head on my bicep. “He’s like our little matchmaker.”

“I don’t think he likes me much.” I tell her with a chuckle.

“It’s your spicy attitude.” she answers and damn, I made the right decision.

Chapter29

Esme

Markos didn’t offendMarín but I'm still giggling at the last thing he said.“Damn, Esme he’s attractive so I get it but I don't get it because he’s weird as hell.”

I don’t know how we ended up cuddled up on one of the loungers as the party raged on around us. I’m going to sleep so good later. I think he’s being quiet to not bring attention to the fact that we’re cuddling. I’m aware. I’m actually starting to like this concept.

Markos passes with yet another plate and Marín chuckles again. “Esme?”

“Yes?”

“Let’s say your thrupple fantasies were true,” I roll my eyes because hypotheticals never go well. “Who would you pick for your other husband?”

I groan and shift my position to look at him. “I’m not answering that.”

His eyes narrow, already looking for a reason.

“Why?”

I roll my eyes. “No matter how I answer your hypothetical question, you’re going to start shit.”

He cracks a smile. “It’s not that serious. I’m only asking because of the tabloid. Tell me.”

“Andres Bishop.”

He gives me a look telling me to stop bullshitting. “Be serious, Esme.”

“Well,” I start as I pretend to think. “If my sisters have Hale men then I’d take Dallas. I know he’ll feed me.”

“So you wanted to be a Hale, too?” Marín interrogates me with squinted eyes like this isn’t his scenario.

“Boy…” I grumble and climb off the chair. “We’re not doing this today. I’m tired and may cut you.”

I start walking away but Delgado is on his bullshit. He’s not trying to be level ten jealous, just jealous enough to spark a debate that leads to sex. Turning, I use one of his lines on him.

“If you just wanted to fuck all you had to do was say so.”

He cracks a smile and I turn and keep walking, unfortunately, right into Dallas.

“Howdy,” he says with one of his huge Texan smiles. “I brought goodies.”

“My wife doesn’t need yourgoodies,Hale.”

I look over at my crazy husband. “You are so unhinged. You know he didn’t mean it like that.”

Dallas puts his box of what I assume are delicious homemade desserts down and holds up his hand. “Whoa! What's going on with the happy couple? How can I help?”

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