Page 49 of LA King

My husband might still be the devil incarnate, but he’s an incredibly talented one. It’s been two weeks since we first had sex, and we’ve done little else since. I find myself thinking about what he’s doing throughout the day and counting down the hours until I can be alone with him again.

Does he do the same? Sit in his fancy office, running the world and thinking about me?

Stop your foolish daydreaming, Alana. He’s too busy running the Montoya empire, not to mention he’s constantly surrounded by beautiful women at his hotel. But I am the woman he comes home to every night. He tells me I’m the only woman in his life, and I want to keep it that way.

The thought has a wickedly sinful idea forming in my head. I pick up my cell and dial his number. What I’m about to do is dangerous, but I’ve come to enjoy pushing Alejandro’s buttons, especially as I now know exactly which ones to press.

“Hola, princesa,” he answers, his voice low and gravelly.

A shiver of excitement skitters up my spine. Even the sound of his voice makes me weak at the knees. “Hey.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes,” I purr, trying to sound seductive. “But I was just wondering if I had permission to wear panties today.”

“What?”

“There’s a store nearby where I could get some. Or I could DoorDash. Can you DoorDash panties?”

“Alana, why do you need to DoorDash panties?” His voice is strained now, his frustration already bleeding through.

“Well, I have a meeting with some donors this afternoon, and I didn’t realize how short my dress was when I chose it this morning. I don’t want them getting a glimpse of anything they shouldn’t and investing for the wrong reasons, do I?” I press a hand to my mouth to muffle my laughter.

“What?” The growl rumbles in his throat. “Alana, why the fuck did you leave the house with no panties on?”

“I thought⁠—”

“Where the hell are you?”

I cover the mouthpiece for a second and suppress a snort. “At the shelter.”

“The shelter? And how did you get there?”

“Hugo drove me, of course.”

“You’ve been sitting in the back seat of Hugo’s car with no panties on?”

I’m too close to busting out laughing to answer.

“Alana! Why the fuck would you do that?”

I’m having too much fun messing with him to come clean just yet, so I take a breath and compose myself. “You said no panties—I thought that was the rule.”

“In our house. When I am with you. You had better be playing with me, princesa.” He sounds exasperated, and I can picture him sitting at his desk with steam coming out of his ears.

I can’t hold my laughter in any longer, and I burst into a fit of giggles.

“Alana!”

“I’m just teasing you.”

“So you are wearing panties?”

“Of course I am. I’m sorry. But you’re so easy.” I laugh again, but he doesn’t join me. I wonder if he appreciated the joke or if he’ll punish me when he gets home later. That wouldn’t be the worst thing.

“Easy? I’ve half a mind to come over there and spank your ass right now.”

“Well, I’m leaving soon, so you’ll have to wait until you get home.”