Chapter 58
Alana
The light from the TV screen flickers over my husband’s handsome face, and I can’t help but smile. It’s been four days since I returned from my trip to New York, and we haven’t left the house once.
Sharing the desk in his office, we both did some work from home. We could barely go a few hours without him pulling me onto his lap and kissing me until I felt dizzy. When we aren’t working, we swim in the pool or make love in every room and on every surface of the house.
Now, we’re sitting together on the sofa in the den, watching TV. I absentmindedly curl a strand of his hair around my finger, and he turns to me.
“You okay, princesa?” he asks, his voice as smooth as chocolate, sending shivers down my spine.
“Better than that.” I press my lips to his. He runs his warm hand up my thigh, under my dress, and up to my ass cheek. What he finds there makes him pull back and fake scowl. “Panties?”
I stifle a giggle. I put them on half an hour ago and have been waiting for him to discover them. “Oops.”
He growls, and I can’t hold back my laughter anymore. “Are you deliberately defying me, Alana?”
“Maybe?”
He moves so quickly I barely have time to take a breath before he has me pinned to the sofa, his forearms on either side of my head as he holds onto my wrists. “You’re playing a very dangerous game,” he says, his eyes full of fire and a wicked grin dancing across his lips.
A loud cough disturbs us, and Alejandro scowls, but my heart stutters. His guards never interrupt us.
Alejandro pushes himself up onto his knees, still straddling me on the sofa. “What?” he snaps.
“There’s a young lady at the gate, Boss,” Jacob says. “She refuses to leave.”
I scramble to sit up. Young lady? What the hell? “Who is she?”
“She says her name is Lucy,” Jacob answers. “And actually, she’s demanding to see you, Mrs. Montoya.”
Relief washes over me that it isn’t some ex-girlfriend of Alejandro’s but is quickly followed by a wave of panic that Lucy might be in more trouble.
“Tell her to go home,” Alejandro barks.
“What? No.” I try to wriggle out from underneath him, but he keeps me pinned between his powerful thighs. “It’s late, and there must be something wrong if she’s come here. Let her in, Jacob.”
“I said tell her to go home,” Alejandro repeats.
“What? Why would you do that?”
“Alana!” he growls a warning.
I manage to push him away and jump off the sofa. “She’s sixteen years old, and she’s alone and scared. We are not sending her away on her own, Alex.”
He sits back against the sofa and glares at me. “Take her home in one of the cars, Jacob.”
“Don’t you dare,” I say to Jacob, who’s staring at us with his fingers on the door handle and his mouth hanging open.
Alejandro stands and turns to him. “I said take her home.”
Jacob’s eyes dart to me.
“Let her in,” I insist.
“What the fuck are you waiting for, Jacob?” Alejandro shouts. “Take her home.”
“But Mrs. Montoya said she should come in,” Jacob stammers, and I’m filled with admiration for him.
“And since when do you listen to Alana and not me?”
Jacob fidgets with the collar of his shirt. “Since you told me to run all household decisions by her, Boss?”
I smile, triumphant, while Alejandro blinks in shock. He did indeed tell his staff that very thing when I returned from New York, and now it’s biting him on the ass.
“I am telling you this isn’t a household issue, Jacob,” he snarls. “You are not to let that girl inside the gates.”
Jacob nods solemnly. There’s only so far he’s willing to push Alejandro, and he’s obviously reached his limit.
I glare at my husband. My heart is racing now, because what the hell am I missing? He’s not cruel for no reason, so why has he taken such an aversion to a pregnant sixteen-year-old girl?
“What kind of issue is it?” I demand. “Why won’t you let Lucy in here?”
His tongue darts out of his mouth, and he licks his lower lip before running a hand through his hair in exasperation. “Because her name isn’t Lucy for a start. She is not who you think she is, Alana.”
My head spins and my stomach sinks. “Then who is she?”
Alejandro’s eyes are fixed on mine, and I instinctively know this is not going to be good.