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“Just some guy your father pissed off, that’s all. He won’t be bothering you again.”

There’s a few seconds’ pause. She knows better than to ask me about my business or the methods I use to deal with problems.

“Pointing a gun in my face because he was pissed off seems a bit extreme. What exactly did my father do?”

“I don’t know.” The lie comes so easily, and to my surprise, I feel a twinge of guilt. “But he said he didn’t intend to hurt you. Just wanted to scare you, apparently.”

“What was his name?” she asks, and it doesn’t escape my attention that she used the word “was” and not “is.”

I see no harm in giving her that. “Layton Cooper.”

She hums again. “Never heard of him.”

I sure fucking hope not, I think but don’t voice. “What are you doing today?” I ask instead.

I shouldn’t care what she’s doing, but I do. Images of her body pressed against mine last night force themselves into my brain, and I feel my cock getting hard again.

“Just going to lie by the pool and read. Maybe I’ll have a swim.”

Now all I can see in my mind’s eye is her in a tiny string bikini. The ache in my cock transforms into an insistent throb.

I clear my throat to try and clear my head, but it doesn’t work. “Sounds like a good way to cure a hangover. I have a meeting this afternoon, but then I’ll be done for the day. I’ll be home in time for dinner.”

“Okay,” she says, sounding eager and happy about my return.

Just what the fuck are you doing, Alejandro?

“Enjoy your swim, and I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Alejandro,” she purrs, and the words bypass my brain and go straight to my aching dick.

“Adiós, princesa.”

I end the call and sink back into my chair, images of her still filling my head, not helping the situation in my pants. For a moment, I consider not going to see her father, going home to her instead and fucking her until neither of us can walk.

But Carmichael needs to pay first.

And then I’ll fuck his daughter.

Chapter

Seventeen

Alejandro

After landing at Harry Reid, a car meets us to take Jax and me straight to Carmichael’s suite at the Bellagio. His personal bodyguard stands outside the door. I know Paolo Aguilar well.

“Is he alone?” I ask.

Paolo nods. That will at least save me some time, because I won’t have to eject whatever woman he’s with. I nod at the door, signaling he needs to open it.

“At least let me tell him you’re here,” Paolo says.

For the sake of his job, I agree.

Moments later, he allows me into Carmichael’s suite, and Jax stays outside the room and tells Paolo to leave us alone.

“Alejandro?” Carmichael gives me a fake smile. “To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?”