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He tosses a satin box onto the night table. “Bring it with you tonight but don’t open it.”
“Tonight? We’re not … meeting … at two o’clock?” Lord, I sound eager. Almost as eager as when I was breathlessly waiting for him to appear the day he left.
“I’ve shit to do.” He wipes his fingers across his jaw as he considers me. Whatever this is about, he seems reluctant to share. Finally, he grinds out, “We’ve dinner reservations at seven.”
The sheet drops as I sit up. His gaze falls, then stills, but I’m too excited to fix it. “You’re taking me to dinner?”
“If I make it out of this goddamn room.”
“In that horrid uniform?”
“I purchased a few things for you while I was in New York.”
My eyebrows hit the rafters.
“The women will be bringing in the boxes shortly.”
“No,” I burst out, not willing to risk another poor canary surprising me inside a box.
He scowls, misunderstanding.
“Did you purchase clothing for any of them?”
“Why the hell would I buy them anything?” he demands, oblivious. “If I wanted Barbara parading around in a red dress and heels, she would be.”
“Not Barbara,Brigetta.”
Despite what he’s saying, despite how he can’t get her name straight, jealousy sinks in. The thought that he has a horde of bitchy brunettes on call …
“You look ready to puke,” he comments.
I’m mortified. Because it doesn’t take a genius to understand why I’m upset. And he’s too smart and knows me too well.
“Put some goddamn clothes on, and I’ll have my man bring the boxes in. Report to my office at five in the red dress and fuck-me heels.” His tone is flat, yet this is all very specific, like he’s been planning this.
I roll my bottom lip between my teeth.Play your cards right, Riley. “Is there red lipstick?”
His eyes darken, giving me the courage to test him further.
“You know, to match?”
The energy between us crackles, and I’m absolutely certain he’s imagining my red lips wrapped around his cock. My pulse quickens, and beneath his intense scrutiny, my skin flushes pink.
“Find a suitable red on your iPad, and my man will fetch it.”
“Are there stores nearby that carry different lipstick shades?”
He shrugs. “Not my problem.”
I almost smile. “I’m looking forward to dinner. Thank you.”
He pins me with a look that sets me on fire and I wonder what else he has in store for me.
CHAPTER 19
RILEY
Alessandro drives like a madman,recklessly accelerating his black Maserati on the flat roadway running along the coastline. Treating it like his own personal racetrack. His security detail must be pulling out their hair in the three trucks that trail us.
