In the end, she agreed. He’d already organized it with Gia, who’d groaned when he called to wake her before he got Angel out of bed.
The next step to his big surprise was already being prepared. He checked his watch before he made his way to his and Derek’s club, Miami Inferno. Although he trusted the planner he’d hired, he still wanted to check for himself everything was like he envisioned.
The cabana was set up close to the lapping waves, but not close enough to mess with his plans. A lantern-lit walkway led the way to the enclosure. It would be the only illumination they’d have until they got inside.
Everything was just as he wanted.
The table was set, a bottle of Dom was in a bucket being chilled, and the weather was perfect. Now all he needed to do was pick up his woman.
The spa was on the opposite side of the strip. A frown crossed his features. The day would’ve been perfect, except his private investigator had lost Andrew Cage’s trail twenty-four hours ago. The last time he’d been seen was in New York, at the airport. The other man never boarded the plane. His security team had been alerted, but they hadn’t been able to locate Andrew either. He was living up to his last name as a cagey bastard.
He phoned Lyle to let him know what time he’d be there. The bodyguard was going to follow them, but Lorenzo insisted he wanted to drive with Angel alone. If he had her in the back of a car, he feared they wouldn’t make it to the beach on time. Each time he was with her, the need to possess her became greater. Her dark hair and gorgeous green eyes staring at him with such need, and love, amazed him. He would never get tired of being with her.
The first sight he got of Angel took his breath away. She wore a strapless butter-yellow dress with her gorgeous legs on display, with a short skirt and killer heels. The messy bun hairdo had been replaced with large curls that framed her beautiful face, her makeup a contrast of minimal, except for the eyes and her lips. The shiny pink gloss called to him. She was perfect, and he wanted to run his hands up the curves of her body, feel the perfect globes of her ass in his palms while he lifted her against him.
He strode to where she stood with his sister, who was beautiful in her own right, but Angel captivated him.
His woman shifted from one foot to the other, her nervousness plain to see.
The shy smile she gave him almost undid him. He tilted her chin up and did what he’d wanted since he’d first spotted her. He claimed her lips in a searing kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She tasted sweeter than wine.
A throat being cleared had him lifting away, putting space between their bodies.
“I’m off, Brother. Take good care of my friend.” Gia patted his arm and kissed Angel on the cheek.
“Always.” The word shot out of his mouth without hesitation.
His baby sister sauntered past Lyle. Whatever she said to him had the big man’s cheeks turning a shade of red.
Chapter Eleven
Andrew’s anger burned, his gut twisted at the image of his ex and her lover. He’d given Angelina something he’d not given any other woman. A ring. What did the little whore do with it? She tossed it back in his face like a meaningless piece of garbage. Damn her and her worthless hide.
He signaled the bartender for another shot. The man wisely kept his mouth shut and the amber liquor flowing. Turning on the stool, he watched the somewhat busy bar as it began to fill up. A woman who resembled Angelina walked in, only he could tell she was a working girl. She turned her head left, and then right before her gaze zeroed in on the bar. He made sure he kept his expression neutral, lifting his arm up, showing off the expensive watch on his wrist. Her practiced walk navigated the busy room, not wanting to appear too eager, yet not unaffected either, a happy medium.
The closer she got, the more excited he was. Instead of piercing green eyes, dark brown ones gazed at him, almost obliterating his fantasy. “Good evening, gorgeous. What’s a nice girl like you doing all alone in a place like this?” Andrew turned to face the woman more fully. She stepped closer, almost between his spread thighs.
A well-manicured nail traced his lapel. “Sugar, I haven’t been a good girl for a long time, unless that’s your fantasy.”
Pleased he wasn’t going to have to woo this woman, he shifted, inserting his leg between her thighs, making the ridiculously short skirt ride higher. He was sure the patrons behind them would be getting a view of her ass, but she wasn’t his woman.
“Are you a dirty bitch, then?” He softened the words with a charming smile.
“Why don’t we go somewhere so we can talk about it?” she asked, letting her weight rest on his thigh.
Barely restraining himself from hiking her skirt up and fucking her right then and there, he nodded. “I’m all about less talking, and more doing.”