Alexander’s POV
“So?” I asked, sitting back in the restaurant chair. “What is your favorite color?”
We had just finished our main course and were waiting for our desserts.
“Red,” Emily said, tapping her fingers on the table.
I wasn’t sure if she had become bored or if something else was bothering her, but I did notice her playfulness drying up the second we stopped at the warehouse outside the city.
We were not supposed to stop there first, but Luke insisted-or else the business transaction couldn’t be done on time.
“Mmm,” Ghost muttered. “The color of fire. It suits her.”
“Just plain red?” I asked. “Or a deep red?”
“More like a dark ruby red,” she answered, finding my gaze. “What about you?”
“It’s hard to say,” I said with a crooked smile. “It was always blue, but these days it’s rose-red.”
“Interesting,” Emily said. “And a particular reason why?”
“Your intoxicated scent,” I said without thinking, and my face heated up in embarrassment.
Emily’s face was twisted in disbelief. I guess she didn’t expect that to escape my lips.
“It smells like red roses.” Ghost took charge to finish my explanation.
“Is that what I smell to you?” She asked carefully, peeking up from under her eyelashes.
I nodded, smiling. “And it drives me and Ghost nuts! It is the most mouthwatering scent I’ve ever smelled. I just want to taste it.”
Emily’s face turned crimson, and she dropped her gaze.
The waiter walked in and placed our desserts on the table, and a smile followed at the corners of Emily’s lips, seeing what I had ordered for us.
She bit her lip, picked up her spoon, and dug into the freshly baked apple crumble pie.
“This pie doesn’t even come close to your intoxicated apple crumble scent,” she said, closing her eyes and taking a bite. “And it doesn’t compete with what you taste like.”
“Are you telling me I smell like apple crumble pie to you?” I asked, surprised. Apple crumble pie has been my favorite dessert for as long as I can remember.
Emily nodded with a smile.
“You sure do,” she said, opening her eyes. “And I just can’t get enough…”
Was the playful side of Emily back?
My gaze landed on her full lips. She was enjoying every bite-I just wish it was me she was eating.
Emily licked the spoon clean seductively, and my cock twitched at the action.
I could already imagine having her dirty little mouth around my hardened cock, leaving red lipstick over my shaft.
I internally grunted, feeling my manhood harden at the thought.
Was Emily ready to have me inside of her again?
Did this little date bring her on?
My phone suddenly rang, startling me, and I quickly pulled my phone out of my pocket, seeing that it was Luke who was calling.
Emily sat back, her lips pulled into a thin line, waiting for me to answer the call. She looked kind of annoyed at being disturbed.
“Ain’t you going to answer that?” She asked, gesturing to the phone, when I took too long to answer-for all I cared, it could go to voice mail. “It seems important!”
Is that what was going through her head?
Important?
“Answer!” Ghost yapped. “It’s Luke for goddess’ sake. We need to know if everything went well.”
Crap, I forgot about that!
“Sure, uhm, yeah,” I said, and I pushed the answering icon on the phone.
Emily’s gaze caught mine; she looked interested in knowing what was happening.
Was she suspicious of me?
“Alpha Black, speaking,” I answered.
“So formal!” Luke said, laughing. “Are you trying to impress your mate!”
“Get to the point, Beta!” I growled over the phone.
“I’m on my way back,” Luke said, the playfulness in his voice gone and sounding kind of pissed.
Did the deal fall flat?
“Ask him if he got it!” Ghost growled, eavesdropping on the conversation.
“Did the transaction go as planned?” I asked, watching Emily’s reaction.
“Yes! All is fine,” he said.
“Then why do you sound so-” I asked, confused.
“Annoyed?” Luke hissed, cutting me off.
“Yeah?”
“His is one hell of a pain in the ass!” Luke growled, now pissed. “He made sure I paid double to get it done now, just because it was an urgent order.”
“But is it done?” I asked, confirming that what he just said was true.
“Yeah,” Luke answered, his voice sounding even more annoyed than a second ago.
Did he and the person have words?
I should have done it myself.
“He even told me to tell you to call again if you need anything. He likes doing business with you.” Luke said. “He wants you to know that he has quite a collection.”
“I’ll think about it,” I replied, cutting the call.
“At least you know he has it!” Ghost said. “He better not lose it. I will have his balls on a keyring with a snap of a finger!”
“Calm down,” I told Ghost. “No need to take drastic measures.”
“Still,” Ghost said. “He shouldn’t take any chances!”
I ignored Ghost and turned my attention back to my wrist to look at the time.
The drive from the other side of the city shouldn’t take too long, but long enough to have a dance with Emily.
“Is everything all right?” Emily asked, sounding concerned.
I had a feeling that she would ask-her curiosity was getting the better of her. It might even be her greatest flaw and downfall.
“All is fine,” I chirped, getting to my feet. “Would you like to dance?”
“Dance?” Emily asked, acting surprised, and her eyes glittered out of excitement.
She turned her head and looked back over her shoulder toward the double doors opening to the hotel dance floor-it was huge!
“Yeah, why not?” I said, taking her hand and kissing her finger. “I was told you were an exception, dancer once.”
“Is that so?” She mocked her surprise.
“Yeah,” I said, teasingly. “I was informed that you especially like to tango.”
“Were you now?” Emily said, acting surprised and getting to her feet. “By whom exactly?”
“By a reliable source, of course,” I said, teasingly.
“Are you conspiring with someone behind my back, Mr. Alpha Black?” Emily asked, her smile broadening.
My gaze landed on Emily’s red lips, and I pulled her closer toward me.
I could hear the soft tumbling sound of her heart racing in her chest, and I bent my head toward her ear, seeing her freeze.
“Mmm,” I said, my warm breath brushing over the side of her nape, making her shiver. “Maybe I am!”
Was my closeness affecting her?
“Then maybe we should see if your source is indeed reliable,” she said, licking her red, juicy lips.
Emily lifted her gaze and looked up at me. Her eyes were deep pools of blue, and I would willingly drown in them.
A cocky smile followed on my lips, finding Emily’s reaction challenging.
Was Emily out to test my self-control?
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