Page 46 of Recon Rendezvous

“Actually, Ana, we’re going to need just a few more minutes.”

With that gleam in her eyes, I’m ready to buy the building to be alone with her, but Ana nods before closing the door.

“Say it,” she whispers, her hand drifting to my thickening cock.

“I’d rather you be full of me.”

“No worries. I understand. I hope you feel better. Get some rest and I’ll check in with you later. Bye, babe.” I overhear from where I’m creeping in the shadows.

Should I feel bad for having Gem lie and tell London she was sick? Nope. I’m playing chess, not checkers. To get what I want, I have no problem using all the pieces on the board and Gem was happy to play pawn.

I give her a minute as she considers what to do. Scanning the menu again, I know I’ve got her and she’s not going anywhere. Gesturing to the waitress, she nods, gathers the items, and heads in London’s direction, as I take a seat at the bar.

Moments later, the heat of a thousand suns blazes my back, but I resist the urge to turn and be burned by her ire.

“You expect me to believe this was all a coincidence? Of all the restaurants in all the towns in all the world, you walk into mine.”

Turning, I blink a few times. “You’re aCasablancafan?”

“Who isn’t?” she scoffs. “And don’t try to change the subject.”

“I’m not and there are tons of people who aren’t.”

She shrugs. “Then those people are morons.”

I grin in agreement. “Absolute fucking idiots.”

She laughs, leaning into me. “You’re up to something, and I’m going to figure you out.”

“Not until Ifingeryou out of your mind, babycakes.” I waggle my brows.

Her eyes widen before she bursts into a loud, raucous laugh, her head thrown back and I allow my eyes to roam her slender neck and the smooth skin at her collar bone. The soft white silk of her shirt is such a lovely contrast to the decadent glow of her skin.

Pulling it together, she gives a soft slap to my chest, as she shakes her head, those eyes gleam like beautiful gemstones as they hold my gaze.

My eyes wander her gorgeous face. “I love your laugh. Actually, I don’t know which one I love more, the sound, or being the one that elicits that reaction.”

She leans in as if sharing a secret. “Maybe that’s why I’m starting to like you. You make me laugh because I never know what’s going to come out of that mouth. You keep me on my toes.”

Giving her a onceover, I say, “I’d love to keep you on your back, your hands and knees. But for now, let’s go enjoy that bottle of wine I sent you.”

Her tinkling laughter shoots waves of happiness through me as she shakes her head and turns back to her table, and I follow like the smitten puppy that I am.

Stepping beside her, I pull out her chair, allowing her fragrance of vanilla and jasmine to envelope me and I breathe her in. Now that I know what kind of perfume she wears, thanks toThe Council, I’m picking up on all the subtle notes.

“You smell good enough to eat, London Cameron. And as always, your beauty is enchanting.”

She meets my gaze with a little tilt of her head. “You always say that, but what about my shoes? You didn’t even notice them.” She gives a little pout that I don’t think she’s even conscious of.

Not needing to spare her black boots with the YSL heel a glance, because I already clocked them, I say, “Lovely as always, but I want to see them cast aside, maybe at the foot of my bed.”

She gives a little hum, stepping in closer, her warm breath fanning along my neck. “Wouldn’t that be fun.”

“It would indeed. Now, have a seat. I’d like to enjoy the pleasure of your company.”

Surprise registers on her face, her eyebrows shooting up before her eyes narrow.

“I can’t figure you out, Alexander Grant. Every time I think I have, you flip another page in your book, and it’s in a new language I can’t interpret.”

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