He smirked.Thatsmirk. “Want me to tell you, or do you want to play a game?”
She raised a brow. “What do I win if I guess right?”
His eyes didn’t leave hers. “Whatever you want from me.”
Joder.
“Sounds fair.” She crossed her legs under the table, trying to ignore the ache building between them, knowing perfectly well she was going to win. “Is it from the UK?”
“Yes.”
“Are there waves where you live?”
“Yes.”
She grinned. “Wales? I’ve heard there are some sick waves there.”
“It seems you’re a winner, Alejandra,” he said with a grin that promised everything.
“Then I’ll just have to figure out what I want to do with you,” she replied, voice dropping, eyes flicking to his lips.
“Whatever you want.”
Her body buzzed. She was quite certain that he did it on purpose. Something easy so he could give her more than justhis fingers. She bit her lower lip, only for her father’s voice to cut the tension like a blunt knife.
“Alejandra! Turn for a picture con este hombre tan sexy!”
She groaned. “Papà, por favor...”
“¡Es guapísimo!” her mother chimed in from across the table.
“Mamá... ¿estás borracha?” Alejandra asked, horrified.
“Podría ser, no podría ser. ¿Quién sabe?” her mother replied, waving a wine glass.
“She’s definitely drunk,” Alejandra muttered under her breath. She glanced at Callum, who looked way too entertained by her family circus. “They want a picture of us.”
“I’m okay with that,” he said smoothly, standing. His hand landed on her shoulder, warm and possessive as he pulled her in for the photo.
“¡Quesooooo!” her dad yelled.
She looked up at Callum, he was already looking down at her. They both turned to the camera, laughing under their breath.
“I’m not sure how this photo will turn out. My parents are completely wasted,” she said, sitting back down, grateful for the distraction... sort of.
“Mamá, ¡cállate la puta boca, por favor!” Carlos screeched, as their mother made very loud observations about how gorgeous both Amira and Asma were and how purple her son’s face was turning.
“Your family is hilarious,” Callum said, popping a piece of bread into his mouth.
“They were genetically engineered to embarrass us,” she muttered, downing the rest of her wine.
Callum refilled her glass immediately, a subtle gesture that made her heart flutter in a way it shouldn’t have.
Meanwhile, Leif and Asma were now deep in a debate that apparently needed Callum’s opinion.
“Tell Leif smut romantasy books are still fantasy books!” Asma said, desperate.
“I’ve never read one, A. I can’t help you with that.” Callum shrugged.
