‘Yes. Deliriously so,’ I said with a smile.
He smiled back at me. ‘Then, I’m happy for you,’ he said as he placed his warm hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently. I was suddenly aware of someone behind me and Bobby’s hand was being removed. ‘Touch my wife again, and I will break every bone in your arm,’ Alejandro snarled.
Bobby stood up from his stool and no doubt fueled by one too many whiskies, he squared up to Alejandro. ‘What the hell, man? Get your hands off me!’ he snarled.
I swallowed as I jumped off my stool. This was not going to end well for Bobby. I placed my hand on Alejandro’s arm and squeezed gently. ‘We were just catching up. Come on. Let’s go up to the suite.’
He turned and blinked at me, searching my face for a few seconds before he let go of Bobby’s arm. ‘Stay the fuck away from her,’ he snarled at Bobby before grabbing hold of my arm by the elbow. ‘Let’s go, princess.’
‘Bye, Bobby. Enjoy the convention,’ I said with an apologetic smile before Alejandro practically frog-marched me out of the bar.
‘What the hell is your problem?’ I hissed through clenched teeth as we approached the elevator.
He turned and glared at me. ‘We’ll talk upstairs,’ he snarled.
The elevator ride to Alejandro’s suite was torturous. Me standing on one side and him on the other looking as hot and as angry as I had ever seen him. I kept stealing glances at him but his eyes were firmly fixed on the doors. I could feel the fury radiating from him in waves and I swallowed. I hadn’t done anything wrong, but despite that, I was anxious about what was about to happen. I was already due a spanking.
Dear God, was I going to be able to sit down tomorrow?
After what felt like an eternity, the doors opened and we walked across the hall to his suite. As soon as we were inside, he stalked to the small bar and poured himself a Scotch.
I walked over to the sofa and took off my heels, waiting for some explanation from him, but he sipped his whisky in stony silence and stared out of the window.
‘Alejandro!’ I asked. ‘What the hell has gotten into you?’
He slammed his glass down onto the small table and stalked towards me. ‘Are you fucking kidding me? I find you sitting at the bar, flirting with your ex-boyfriend, who has his hands all over you, and you dare to ask me what has got into me? Really, Alana?’ he shouted.
‘I was not flirting!’ I snapped. ‘I was talking to him. And he put his hand on my shoulder for, like two seconds. That is not the same thing as having his hands all over me.’
He glared at me, his eyes full of fire and fury. ‘You were sitting in my hotel, in my bar, with some fucking asshole draped all over you. How the hell do you think that makes me look, Alana?’
I couldn’t help but laugh. ‘So, this is all about your fragile ego, is it?’
He snarled at me, his teeth bared as though he was about to reply, but I didn’t let him. ‘Shall I tell you how it looked? It looked exactly like what it was. Two people talking. There was nothing untoward going on. We talked. Just like you talk to all of your ex-girlfriends in that same bar at least once a week! It also looked like you are a man who trusts that his wife loves him, so much so, he is happy to leave her in the company of another man while he deals with some business.Thatwas how it looked – at least until you went all alpha-male and threatened to break Bobby’s arm, and then you just looked like a jealous, insecure asshole!’
He glared at me, his nostrils flaring.
Oh shit! I’d gone too far. Nobody ever spoke to him like that. He looked like he might explode as he stepped towards me. I took a step back from him. That little voice in my head told me to stop talking now, because he was already beyond pissed and I was just going to make him madder. But I ignored that little voice – because I was beyond pissed too, and I had done nothing wrong.
‘You have screwed half of the women in L.A, and I have to deal with bumping into them on a regular basis, and watch them fawning all over you. Butonetime we bump into someone from my past and you act like a jealous jackass!’
He took another step closer and I edged back towards the window. ‘That is completely fucking different,’ he growled.
‘Different how?’
‘Because none of those women meant anything to me. But, him! He meant something to you. The one that got away?’ he sneered.
‘He said that, not me!’
‘Tell me who he is to you!’ he barked as he advanced closer towards me.
I took another step back from him. I had never seen him so angry and with each step he took closer, I took one further away from him until my back was pressed against the glass of the floor to ceiling window, and I had nowhere left to go. ‘I told you, he was my high school boyfriend,’ I stammered.
‘Yes, you did tell me that, but that’s not all, is it? I’m obviously missing something. Now, who, or what else is he to you?’
I swallowed as I looked up into his eyes. ‘I don’t know what you want from me, Alex,’ I said quietly as my blood started to pound in my ears.
He banged his fists on the glass either side of my head so fiercely that the window rattled and my heart almost leapt out of my chest. I knew there was no chance of the reinforced glass breaking, but we were forty floors up.