Italian Billionaire's Black Love (BWWM Interracial Romance) Read Free Page B

funny woman.” He laughed harder when she narrowed her gaze in his direction. “I’m not needy, I just want you. Is that so bad?”
    She shook her head and went to retrieve the wine bottle. She looked at him as she poured. “It’s not bad or good Alessandro, it just doesn’t matter. You’ll expect me to be at your beck and call, flat on my back whenever you want me, and that’s not going to happen.”
    “You don’t have to be flat on your back,” he gave her a cheeky smile and laughed when she mumbled something about billionaire bastards. “Is it because I’m white?”
    Now it was Eve’s turn to laugh. And laugh. “Don’t be an idiot, Alessandro. Carla wouldn’t have hooked us up if that was an issue.” She leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs, taking notice of the flare of desire that lit his brown eyes. “Alessandro, just stop. You’re too used to having your way and this, it isn’t even about me. It’s about you and your giant ego.”
    He stood and looked his fill for several minutes, taking in the details of her beautiful face and that shapely figure. He couldn’t wait to get her naked and underneath him. “My ego is just fine. I just want you, plain and simple. I’ll go for now, but let me tell you, Eve, this isn’t over.”
    She heard his lazy walk and the click of the front door closing behind him and sagged in relief. “That man could test the patience of a saint.”
    ***
    “You got a delivery, boss lady.” Marcus poked his head in her office with a curious smile on his face. “This is the third delivery this week, Miss Eve. Does someone have a secret admirer?”
    She pasted a plain smile on her face. “No, I have a stalker.” She waved off his concern and accepted the large box he tried to hide. The black and silver box was almost the size of her desk and she was reluctant to open it. Alessandro had sent her increasingly extravagant gifts all week, keeping his promise that it wasn’t over. First, he sent her a pair of outrageous stilettos with diamonds all over them and then, it was the sexiest lingerie she had ever seen. Sheer white bra and thong, lace topped stockings and garter belt. It was sexy as hell and awful presumptuous. Damn arrogant man with his gorgeous face . Today, she had a good idea what was in the box.
    “Open it up, girl, I’m dying over here!”
    Marcus was giddier than she was, but she couldn’t disappoint him. “Oh, alright.” She lifted the box and removed the tissue paper, gasping at the sight of the evening gown as she lifted it. “Wow.”
    “Oh, Miss Thang! Whatever kind of stalker you have, find out if he has a brother for me because that dress is to die for.”
    Marcus was right, the dress was to die for. The black bodice was covered in diamonds and lace and the full skirt was practically sheer underneath the layers. It was a little bit naughty and a little bit nice. And, there was a note.
    Seven thirty tomorrow night, ma cherié. I can’t wait to see you in this dress, and I can’t wait to take it off your delectable body. -Alessandro
    Well, damn. If his words alone could leave her in knees wobbly and her panties moistening, she would be in deep trouble alone with this man for any length of time.
    “Woman, is that Cavalli? Oh, any man who gives you a Cavalli deserves the dirtiest version of you!” He was looking at the card over her shoulder.
    She ignored Marcus’ squealing, her gaze locked on the gorgeous dress. “I can’t keep this. It’s too much.”
    “Well, what are you going to wear out with him tomorrow night?”
    She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Who said I was going?”
    “Bitch, please. We both know you’re going, and we both know your panties and that dress will wind up on the floor of some swanky downtown hotel.” He twirled and sashayed out of her office with his usual flair.
    She sat back in her chair and realized she had been well and truly manipulated. All the gifts he’d sent this week were for the date tomorrow