Ever.
I bet he was a cherubic child.
He’s the devil now.
Fuck. It’s my turn to say something, but I’m too awestruck. I sip my drink again. Blessedly, he fills the silence.
“Since your dance got interrupted, would you like to try again?”
I didn’t expect that. I shift my attention to the dance floor. Is he blowing me off now? Does he think I’m bored because I didn’t respond.
“It’s gotten even more crowded out there.”
“People tend to make room for me.”
Oh. He wants to dance with me.
I place my now empty glass on the bar and shift away from it. I take a step, and he moves to walk with me. His hand hovers near my lower back. He doesn’t touch me, but I sense it there. Much like it did for the bouncers, the crowd opens for him. He guides me to a spot that’s not too close to the speakers but isn’t in some corner that would make a normal woman nervous.
We sway to the music, and it surprises me he has such a strong sense of rhythm. He moves like sex on a stick. If this is what he’s like standing up, I can only imagine what he’s like lying down. I bet he fucks like a god.
We dance through three songs before we gravitate closer together. During the fifth song, his arm slides around my waist as my hand rests on his chest and the other is high on his bicep. When the sixth song starts, we’re pressed together. His leg slides between mine, and I grind against him.
“We move well together,chiquita.”
Little girl. He called me that on the yacht. Does he call all women that?
That dampens my mood. I don’t know why I wanted that to be special. It’s stupid for myriad reasons, but it’s especially stupid since he’s my mark.
“Mmm. We fit together.”
“Should we see if we can fit together better?”
Chapter Five
Alejandro
“What did you have in mind?”
My lips brush against her neck as she answers my question with a question. They travel from her shoulder to behind her ear before I respond.
“This is a good start. What do you want?”
I knew someone’s been following me the last couple of days. Not only did I sense it, but my guards warned me. The dark tint on her car windows prevented them from seeing who was inside. However, I had my suspicions, which proved correct.
Today, she felt even closer than before, so it was no surprise when I spotted her. She’s definitely good at hiding in plain sight. She reminds me of me since I’ve been known to vanish right before somebody’s eyes.
IfTíoLuis’s moniker wasn’tEl Espíritu Santo—the Holy Spirit—then my nickname probably would’ve beenEl Espectro—the Ghost. Definitely notfantasma—sounds too close tofantástico, and no one would say there’s anything fantastic about me beyond my looks and how I fuck or kill.
Instead, I’m known asEl Caballero—the knight. I ride in—fly in—to vanquish our enemies in Latin America on my shiny steed—my private jet.
I used to terrify the fuck out of my parents since I’d be there one moment and gone the next. I wasn’t exactly getting in trouble, but I was a very inquisitive child. I may be the biggest in our family, but I’m the lightest on my feet.
Right now, I’m observing “Tiffani with an i” as she weighs her options. Even knowing she’s there to spy on me, I’d still fuck her given half a chance. I wouldn’t do it to learn more about her mission. I wouldn’t do it to capture and manipulate her into telling me who sent her.
“You could kiss me for real.”
I’d fuck her because I’m fucking hard as a fucking tent pole, and I want to know what it feels like to be inside her.
