Resisting Alexandre (Knight Security 0.5) by Carole Mortimer Read Free Book Online Page B

the assholes on to my assistant.”
    Ash bared his teeth in an appreciative smile. “That’s the second time I’ve been called an asshole this evening.”
    “Then I’m sure we can’t both be wrong!” Lissa came back with insincere sweetness.
    “I’m guessing Mr. Knight didn’t want us here?” Anastazia whispered to Alexandre as Asher and Lissa continued their barbed conversation.
    Alexandre placed his hand over hers as it rested on the tabletop. “ I wanted you here.”
    Stazzi glanced at the other couple rather than at him, so very aware of the warmth of his hand over hers. Aware of everything about Alexandre as he sat beside her. The long length of his thigh just inches away from her own. The subtle smell of his aftershave. The heat of his body.
    The way he can’t take his eyes off me.
    Stazzi felt devoured by the intensity of that emerald gaze, and while it was doing wonders for her ego, it was also totally disconcerting.
    She shifted uncomfortably. “I should warn you, Lissa has a temper to go with that red hair.”
    He laughed softly. “Ash’s behavior says he deserves all he gets.”
    Stazzi winced, knowing just how fiery Lissa’s temper could be if she lost it. Asher had been uncommunicative and terse when he visited the hotel, but she had hoped that was just his work mode. Obviously, she had been wrong. His behavior tonight was outright rude.
    The other couple seemed to call a truce—by simply not talking to each other—as they all studied the menus and then ordered their meal, but Stazzi wasn’t sure how long that would last if Asher was going to keep baiting Lissa.
    Alexandre gave an inward groan as Anastazia sat forward to lift her glass and take a sip of her champagne.
    “Mm, this is delicious.” She licked the excess wine from those red-glossed lips.
    His cock immediately engorged and swelled in response to the moist sweep of that little pink tongue, and he thanked God he was sitting down and no one could see the obvious tenting of his trousers.
    The tension between Ash and Lissa, and his own constant state of arousal from being in Anastazia’s company, told him this was going to be a very long evening.
    As it turned out, it was nowhere near as long as he thought it would be.
    They had barely finished eating the main course of their meal when Lissa turned angrily on Ash, topaz eyes flashing in warning. “How dare you speak to me like that, you egotistical moron!”
    Ash shrugged. “I only asked if you wanted to fuck later.”
    “And now you’ve repeated it.” She glared at him incredulously.
    “It’s a valid question, surely?”
    “Not to me.”
    “Then why else are you here?”
    “I was invited to have dinner with my friend and her—her—”
    “Yes?” Ash taunted.
    “You’re an asshole!”
    “And you’re repeating yourself.”
    “If the name fits!”
    He shrugged broad shoulders. “Strangely, no one’s ever called me that before tonight.”
    “You surprise me!”
    He gave a feral grin. “ Now I really do want to fuck you.”
    “In your dreams, buddy!”
    “In my bed would be more comfortable.”
    “Mr. Knight—”
    “Ash—”
    Anastazia’s and Alexandre’s protests went unheard as Lissa threw her napkin on the tabletop before standing up, cheeks flushed, her eyes glittering with either tears or temper. “You’re an arrogant fucking bastard!”
    Ash was obviously completely unconcerned by the insult, or the interest of the other diners, as he relaxed against the back of his chair to look up at her. “And now we’re back to the fucking…”
    “I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on this earth.” Lissa picked up her champagne glass and threw the contents into Ash’s face. “Thank you for dinner, but I have to go now,” she said tightly to Anastazia and Alexandre before grabbing up her clutch bag and stalking across the restaurant.
    “No.” Alexandre placed his hand over Anastazia’s as she would have stood to go after her friend, his eyes