Diablo sighed tiredly before turning to face a glaring Alexandra. She had been looking at him as though she wanted to grab a knife and stab him in the eyes. His grey orbs left her angry face to her hypnotizing body. Diablo had slept with countless women, but the one standing before him had hers engraved in his memory.
He watched as Alexandra tapped her matte black heels impatiently on the vinyl floor, then swept his eyes up her exposed, rich legs. She wore a black body-hugging dress, leaving very little to the imagination as it barely covered her ass and highlighted her cleavage. It latched onto her body like a second skin, making her curves prominent.
"My eyes are up here, buddy," Alexandra saw, making Diablo meet them. He found the fury within them almost amusing. "You have some nerve asking me to do this after almost killing me."
