Melanie woke up in the middle of the night to the faint light coming out of Alejandro’s study.
She made him a pot of tea and asked, “Not going to sleep?”
Alejandro shook his head. “Couldn’t. As long as Seaton’s life doesn’t end with a horrible death, I won’t be able to rest.”
“Are you mad… that Seaton tried to murder Mark?” Melanie inquired.
“What? Is it even possible that I might give a sh*t about that?” Alejandro snapped. “No, of course not—it’s because he sabotaged my business and murdered so many of my people! Excluding those covered by insurance, I have to fish money out of my own pockets to comfort the families of those who died! Do you know how great Seaton’s sh*tty little plot cost me? No, you don’t because you’re just a woman who knows nothing about this. Go back to sleep.”
Melanie knew he was putting on a front again, so instead of leaving, she dragged a chair, placed it next to him, and sat down.
She was donning a conservative nightie consisting of long sleeves and pants way below her knees, yet Alejandro’s eyes could not help but linger on her. The curve of her waist teased him in her every movement while the light-pink shade of the nightie only served to accentuate the fairness of her skin. If Alejandro were to be frank, Melanie Lark was way more physically-attractive than Tiffany Lane, and after childbirth, a new aureole of femininity now hung around her.
Noticing the man’s eyes, Melanie looked up and considered him, puzzled. “What? I lost my sleep after waking up, too, so I figured we could just talk.”
Alejandro’s focus was not at all on Melanie’s words. “About what?”
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