Chapter 42

In a black designer shirt and jeans, with his masculine beauty enhanced by stubble, Alejandro looked mean, moody and magnificent. Her heartbeat speeded up. He threw himself down on the bed beside her and tapped the paper she had cast down. ‘So, you’re reading about Adrian Fernandez ...’

He was so wicked and yet he never went to prison for his crimes—’

‘But he died in exile, alone and sick and despised.’

Selena blinked because she wasn’t accustomed to Alejandro showing a more sensitive side unless he could make a joke of it. ‘There is that...’ Glancing back at the article, she pulled a face. ‘He was very good-looking when he was young, which is deeply creepy. Did you know he was originally from Miami?’

Alejandro scrunched up the newspaper and thrust it clumsily off the bed.

‘What on earth—?’ Selena began.

He reached up and hauled her down to him, kissing her breathless with a hunger that could have burned out a bonfire. ‘I need you,’ he confided hoarsely. ‘I really need you with me ton