Alejandro felt his heart go into palpitations. It was
weird. His heart never palpitated for anyone or anything.
Not since that time twelve years ago when his heart had
smiled that once at the taste of that bitter coffee. He smiled at that pleasant thought. A sudden image of Sophia with pleading green puppy dog eyes just moments before robbed his senses, and he could see her in his mind's eye.
Fuck. His heart flip-flopped again. It must be that
instant coffee. Too much wasn't good. He needed the real
stuff. Where was that midget girl when he needed her?
"Bobby," he barked, his expression growing darker
when his right-hand man didn't appear in that instant. "The fuck're you hiding, Bobby? Get here right now or I'll chop your balls off."
"Ah, boss. Coming." Bobby came scurrying into the
room with hands shielding his private parts. "You need me, boss?"
"Where the fuck were you when I called?" he growled
at his underling.
"I was working, boss. You know that collection report
you were telling me about. We missed one, a man from
downtown. We need to collect money from him today if we want to meet our quota."
"You've been drinking coffee, haven't you?" He
snarled, not listening to a single word his underling was
saying.
Bobby blinked at him. "How do you—"
Thwack!
"Ow, boss! Why'd you hit me on the head?" Bobby
yelped, rubbing his already throbbing skull.
"You think I'm an idiot. I can smell it across the room.
How many cups did she make for you?"
"Two, boss."
"She only made me one," he muttered under his breath,
suppressing the desire to show his jealousy. "And I didn't
even get to finish it before it turned cold. Where is she? Tell her I demand a flat white on my desk now."
"Ah, boss, that might be a bit difficult," Bobby pointed
out timidly.
"Why?" he roared.
"Because she's cleaning the bathroom."
"Which bathroom?"
"Our bathroom."
"Fuck!" Alejandro swore. If that girl was cleaning that
bathroom, there was no way he'd allow her anywhere near
him. His underlings' bathroom was even worse than dog
shit. It was the one place he never dared venture to. And for good reason, since he considered himself a clean freak.
"Fine. I'll wait. But when she's done and all cleaned up, tell
her I want my flat white."
"Yes, boss."
"And make sure to tell her to wash her hands
thoroughly. I don't want any germs from you all," he added, just in case Bobby forgot. His right-hand man tended to forget the small details, which really peeved him big time.
"On it, boss. I'll tell her right now."
Alejandro sank into the cushy chair as his underling
disappeared out the door. He let that small disappointment sag out of his shoulders and turned to more pressing matters, like the money Sophia's father owed him
Three million dollars.
Stupid old man. He should've never loaned him that
money. Now look where it got him. A plain midget girl he
couldn't even bed in exchange for the measly three million.
How long would his daughter stay under his charge to
pay his debt? Three million wasn't a lot to him, but to
someone like the Rodriguez, who hadn't a couple of dollars to rub together, it was a big deal.
Alejandro admitted he didn't like the old man's
daughter. On first sight, she'd disturbed his peace of mind
like no other. The way she spoke, loud and rude, not even
caring he was a Biker boss, really pissed him off. If it
weren't for her coffee skills, she would have been gone by
now. Yet he couldn't stop staring at her then or thinking
about her now. There was something about her that he
couldn't quite put his finger on. She looked so familiar
somehow, like…
Fuck! He needed to stop this before his head exploded.
Alejandro strode to his bedroom on the second floor and
stripped off his clothes, a snake shedding its skin, taking off one article of clothing at a time and scattering them all over the floor. He did say he was a clean freak, but that didn't mean he had to pick up after himself. He had many servants around, especially that new one he couldn't get out of his mind.
Ah, fuck. There he went again. Thinking about her. He
needed to stop this. It must be the fucking weather. Too
fucking hot for spring. It was frying his brains. He needed to cool down. And fast. First a shower. Then coffee. In that order.
Once completely naked, he walked to the ensuite
bathroom and opened the door…
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