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“Our new house?”

He moved from the darkest part of the shadows, allowing me to see half of his face. I couldn’t help but think of the appearance of good versus evil. I’d always believed even the vilest human being had a softness somewhere buried deep inside.

My pulse skyrocketed and I kept my legs together as my pussy throbbed. Without wearing any panties, soon my inner thighs would be damp from the juice trickling from my core.

“A condo in New York City is no way for a young boy to live.”

So he’d mentioned before. I don’t know why I hadn’t believed him. I’d heard so many promises over the years that had turned into lies, I didn’t trust anyone.

“A house would be nice. Even though I own a house.”

“Too far away.”

“So I gathered.” Besides, he wouldn’t want to live in something so… cozy.

He moved even closer until he was standing only a few feet away. I wasn’t certain if he realized I was quivering, but I hated myself for it. He was just a man after all. Okay, so a gorgeous man, but still flesh and bone and nothing more.

Alejandro was no gentleman, but since we’d been alone, there was something even more dangerous and edgy about him. He gave off a sophisticated aura, but underneath the expensively tailored suits was an animal.

“Then whatever you want, you can have.” A smile quirked on his face.

“Are you bribing me?”

“Would you care if I was?”

I had to think about his question. “Yes, I would. Whatever this is, I don’t want lies or to be treated like I’m nothing but Daddy’s little girl. I’m a grown woman who prefers the truth, no matter how ugly or difficult. I’ve had far too many lies in my life.”

“Duly noted, Firesong. The last thing I want to do is to lie to you.”

“What do you want to do?”

I had a feeling he took that as a blatant invitation. Maybe I meant it that way. With my hand shaking as much as my legs, I took a sip. The edge of the glass hit my teeth, I was so out of sorts around him. At least the smooth liquor was warm as it slid down my throat.

He was still watching me as if fascinated in everything I did.

“You forgot to bring my favorite thong with you.”

He cocked his head as if he didn’t know what I was talking about.

“You know, the one you stole from me and refused to give back?”

“Ah.” He took a deep breath and reached into his back pocket.

I slapped my hand over my mouth when he presented the expensive lace, even tormenting me further by bringing the crotch to his nose.

Why did his actions embarrass the hell out of me? My face was red hot and likely the color of poppies. Just the way he was taking the time to savor the scent kept every inch of my body trembling. When he was finished, he returned them to his pocket, taking a sip of his own drink.

“Take it off,” he commanded.

“What?”

“The robe.”

“Why? Does it look terrible on me?”

“I don’t like it. Just take it off. Now. If you don’t, I will.”

So much of me wanted to either call his bluff or call him an asshole that I remained right where I was debating which would be better. It soon became painfully obvious he wasn’t a patient man. All he needed to do was to take a long stride forward and he was able to snag my drink from my hand.