True Love (Love Series #7) - Fiona Davenport Page 0,8

my cream-colored linen pants, and the matching button-up shirt with long sleeves that I had rolled up to my forearms. “Gorgeous?” I pretended to pout, making her giggle. “Perhaps we could go with devastatingly handsome or smoking hot instead.”

Allison laughed as she stepped across the threshold. “How about all three?”

“If you insist,” I sighed. “But let’s keep any gorgeous talk directed at you, where it belongs.”

“Deal,” she accepted with a smirk. She turned and kissed Charlie’s cheek before saying, “I forgive you, but payback’s a bitch.” Then she winked and skipped down the steps to the sound of her friend’s laughter.

I joined Allison on the path made of packed red sand with bushes of tropical flowers on either side. When I offered her my hand, she folded her smaller one inside it. We strolled along the path in no hurry. Allison had asked about a reservation, and I told her the table would be ready when we were. I didn’t mention that it was because I had bought the resort. The paperwork had gone through yesterday morning.

“Do you speak Spanish?” I asked her as we casually walked along, enjoying the ocean breeze.

She shook her head and laughed. “Gracias, de nada, and yo no hablo español are the extent of my vocabulary. Oh! And my dad had me memorize, ‘No te metas con mi hija o te mato!’ Did I say that right?”

I threw back my head with boisterous laughter. Allison giggled along with me, her dimpled cheeks turning bright pink. “Close enough,” I told her when I’d calmed enough to speak. Lifting our joined hands, I brushed a kiss over her knuckles, enjoying the sweet, shy smile she directed at me in return. “Adorable.”

Her father’s message was clear enough. Don’t fuck with my daughter, or I’ll kill you. I couldn’t blame him as I was sure my baby girls would be instructed with similar warnings. I had no intention of fucking over Allison or breaking her heart. I was going to claim it and keep her forever. However, I was going to fuck her. Without end.

Our conversation was light as we resumed our walk to the restaurant. While we’d talked about my childhood in the Dominican Republic, likes and dislikes, and other personal things, I hadn’t shared much information about my work. It hadn’t been a planned omission. I wasn’t hiding who and what I was. The conversation had simply never taken off in that direction. No doubt we’d get there eventually, and I’d tell her everything then. It seemed an awkward topic to just dive into with no preamble.

You like orange sherbet, too? That’s nice. By the way, did I mention I’m a billionaire, and I own this resort? How about shellfish. Are you allergic?

Allison grabbed my attention from my thoughts when she squeezed my hand and animatedly gushed over the menu in her hand. I hadn’t realized we’d made it to the restaurant already. We were standing in front of the hostess booth, and she’d clearly given Allison the special menu. The woman smiled and handed me one as well.

“Diego, they have lobster ravioli,” Allison exclaimed as she bounced on her toes a few times. “I don’t remember this being on the menu before.”

That was because it wasn’t. Allison had mentioned her favorite dish during our walk, and after she had gone inside her bungalow, I called the chef and requested a special selection of food just for our meal.

“Sígueme, Señor Sanchez,” the hostess murmured before turning and leading us through the restaurant. I gestured for Allison to follow first, using the gentlemanly action as an excuse to watch the sway of her sexy hips and ass.

I tore my gaze away from the mesmerizing sight when the hostess halted at a table that was set away from everyone else, closer to the ocean, and somewhat secluded by tall, brightly colored tropical plants.

I assisted Allison into her seat before taking my own. I was content just to sit and watch her read over the menu with delight.

I vaguely registered the hostess speaking. “Will you be drinking tonight?” I shook my head. I didn’t want anything that might make any of my memories from tonight fuzzy. I wanted every single detail burned into my mind.

“I’ll just grab these glasses then.”

Out of nowhere, a pair of tits were in front of my face, nearly falling out of the impractically buttoned white blouse trying to contain them. I reared back to get away from them, as well as the cloying scent of