Page 18 of Fierce King (L.A. Ruthless 1)

What the hell was Alana’s deal? I’d been sure she’d have spent a fortune on tacky, girly shit.

One of my employees, Jimmy the Fish, walked over to me. ‘Everything okay, Boss?’ he asked seeing the frown on my face.

‘What?’ I asked distractedly.

He knew better than to ask again. ‘They’re waiting for you,’ he added.

‘Tell them to wait another five minutes. I have a call to make,’ I said.

Jimmy walked back over the waiting suits and I dialed Alana’s number.

‘Hi,’ she answered.

‘Did you go shopping today?’

‘Yes.’

‘Did you get everything you needed?’

‘Yes,’ she said and although I couldn’t see her, I sensed her smiling on the other end of the line. So, some bubble bath, ketchup and candy were what she needed to feel at home? This woman surprised me in so many ways. Perhaps I had misjudged her - if only a little?

Perhaps she was playing me? Whichever it was, I needed to know more.

‘I’m taking you out to dinner tonight,’ I said. ‘Be ready at eight.’

‘Dinner? Out?’

‘Yes. We’ve been married for almost six weeks and haven’t been seen in public together since. If I don’t take you out somewhere soon, people might start to think I’m holding you against your will.’

‘Alejandro Montoya, did you just crack a joke?’ she laughed softly and the sound made my cock twitch uncomfortably.

‘Be ready at eight,’ I snapped.

‘How should I dress?’ she purred.

‘Sexy,’ I replied, curious to know how she’d interpret that.

‘Fine. See you at eight,’ she replied.

I’d showered and changed at the hotel and was in the car waiting for Alana to make an appearance. It was two minutes before eight, and if she kept me waiting one minute past, I’d go in there and carry her out of the house myself, no matter what state of undress she was in.

I hated lateness.It was disrespectful. I knew, because it was one of my favorite tactics to piss people off.

A few seconds later, the door opened and she walked out. I’d been interested to see what her interpretation of what sexy would look like and wondered if she’d dress in some little pink, sparkly number. But she had chosen an understated black dress.

It was short enough to show off her toned, tanned legs, but not too short as to be inappropriate. There was no cleavage on display, but as she turned to say goodbye to one of the staff, I saw that it was backless and the sight of her expanse of bare flesh made my cock stand to attention.

I found my myself wondering what color panties she had on beneath, and how long it would take me to tear them off her when she climbed into the car.

‘Good evening, Alejandro,’ she said as the door was opened and she climbed inside.

I contemplated lifting the hem of her dress to check out those panties, but I thought better of it. No sense in making her pissed before we’d even got to the restaurant. I needed he to be on her best behavior.

‘Buenas noches, Alana,’ I smiled.

‘Does this fulfil your requirements?’ she asked.

‘It’s an interesting choice.’

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