He squeezes my left wrist, painfully pressing the bracelet into my flesh before releasing his hold. Still has a grip on my neck, though, and now he’s just fucking with me, the stalky fuck.
I glare up into Leo’s narrowed, dark gaze and manage to grit out a response despite the way his fingers are painfully digging into my neck. “What are you doing here, Leo? I thought you weresupposedto be assisting Vice President Woodley tonight?”
I willnotcall him Sir if I can help it. Not until we sort shit out.
“I am. But Ilovetheir osso buco here. Funny coincidence, I placed a takeout order. It’ll be ready shortly. I happened to spot you and thought I’d come say hello.” He suddenly releases me and leans toward Alexa, holding his hand out to her.
I fuckinghatethat I catch myself starting to lean toward him, to follow him, and miss his touch already.
I also hate that my cock’s rock-hard right now.
“Alexa, isn’t it?” He’s all charm and grace. Fuck, if he was wearing a tux instead of a regular suit, she’d probably orgasm right there.
She giggles and blushes as she puts her hand in his and he kisses it, making me fume.
“Yes! Aren’t you Leo Cruz?”
“Mais oui, mademoiselle. Or, since we’re in an Italian restaurant, perhaps I should say,sì, signora.”
Oh, fuck.She’sbeamingat him like a goddamned sunlamp. Motherfucker, he can seduce her in seven fucking languages, and no way in hell is he so much as interested in even kissing her in any of them. Why thehellisn’t he with Elliot?
He pulls out a chair and sits, smiling at her. “So, how do you know Jordan? I believe I’ve seen you in the press room before, haven’t I?”
“I ran into him today outside the West Wing, and we started talking. I didn’t realize he was back.”
“Ah.” He looks me dead in the eyes as he smiles, and not Leo, or Sir, either.
It’s the sadist in the house. I shiver even as my cock hardens that much more. “Isn’t that nice?” he purrs. “Do you speak Italian, Alexa?”
“Me? Oh, no.” She takes another large swig of her drink. “Although I can order tequila and tacos in Spanish on Cinco de Mayo. Does that count?”
“Of course, it counts!” But his gaze is still fixed on me.
Her phone buzzes with a text message. When she checks it, Leo drops his voice to barely a whisper while still smiling at me, a smile that both terrifies and thrills me.
Fucker.
“Seimio. Per sempre. Non dimenticarlo mai.”
Fuck. Me. Sideways.
My cock’s throbbing because Elliot isn’t the only well-trained pet this man’s owned.
Usually, he would growl that while biting me all over, teasing me.
Edging me while I was bound and begging and desperate and needy, and frequently with a freshly spanked ass.
You’re mine. Always. Never forget that.
I’m struggling not to burst into relieved tears and slither to my knees on the floor and put my head in his lap.
No. I’mnotdoing thishere. I’m not doinganythingwith Leo until we talk in private. I want answers from the stalky fuck.
I sit back with my martini in hand and force myself to keep smiling, keep my tone light, so Alexa doesn’t know something’s going down. “Basta, Leo.” I take a sip.
That’s enough.
He sits back wearing a satisfied smirk.
