She turns to the side, squeezing through a gap between people's chairs, and my eyes finally travel further up her body, enticed by the backless dress which showcases her glowing, bare skin, and a tattoo that runs down the length of her spine.
Jesus Christ.
This woman is a goddess.
Her dark brown hair is slicked back in a ponytail, yet it's long enough that the loosely curled ends of her hair reach halfway down her back, obscuring the tattoo I'm fascinated to see more of.
When my eyes connect with hers, I'm convinced she's a figment of my imagination.
She's gorgeous.
Not only is her body absolutely stunning, but her face is so delicate, smooth, and downright beautiful.
Dark, long lashes frame her striking green eyes, giving them a sultry look which has my stomach stirring, and my dick twitching beneath my trousers. The little diamond studs on either side of her cute buttonnose intrigue me, and her plump, glossy lips capture my attention instantly.
I'm practically salivating just looking at her.
A little five-foot firecracker is how I'd choose to describe her.
My father clears his throat from beside me and nudges my arm with his as he stands and reaches out his hand towards the two men standing on the other side of the table, beside the woman I'm currently drooling over.
Shit.
I was so distracted I hadn't even realised Brody and Lenny had also entered the restaurant with her, meaning this dream woman of mine is going to be my wife in a few days.
Not only were they all in the restaurant already, they're also standing across from us, waiting to be greeted before they sit down so we can discuss all of the changes we both want made, and agree to the new terms.
Honestly, if I keep staring at Alicia, I'd probably agree to whatever they wanted me to.
I shake my head, tearing my eyes away from her and instead, focus on the two men beside her.
I can't allow myself to get distracted right now.
"It's nice to finally meet you both in person," my father says, a wide smile on his face as he shakes hands with them both and nods his head respectfully towards Alicia.
"Welcome to London," I add, also shaking both of their hands.
When I glance back at Alicia, about to introduce myself to her properly, I see her grimacing at me, and I freeze as my brows raise in surprise.
"Is there an issue?" I ask, offering her my hand to take.
Her eyes flick down to my hand, then back to my face, and she scoffs.
"Obviously, there's an issue when I'm having to marry you."
My mother sputters, almost choking on the wine she was sipping on, my father quietly chuckles beside me, and Brody glares at his daughter as he shakes his head in disappointment.
"You'll have to forgive her. She's had a rough day," he says, trying to justify her behaviour with a poor excuse.
She narrows her eyes at me as they drag down my body, and once she's done a whole sweep of me, her nose scrunches up in the cutest way.
"I thought you'd be more impressive than this," she says. "Oh well, at least this will make the arrangement much easier for us both."
Okay, I take it back.
There's nothing cute about this woman.
Chapter Three
