Chapter 10

ALANA ALEJANDRO HANDED THE MENUS BACK TO OUR WAITER AND TURNED TO FACE me. He wore a navy suit and a crisp white shirt, open at the collar, revealing just the tiniest glimpse of one of his many tattoos. It hadn’t escaped my attention that almost every woman in the restaurant had glanced in our direction at least once. He was probably the best looking man I had ever seen – but he was still a bastard and a devil. I could never forget that. ‘That was quite the show you put on outside,’ he said as he took a sip of his water. ‘Well, I had to make it look convincing, didn’t I? Although I’m not sure that us together is that convincing.’ He frowned at me. ‘And why is that?’ ‘Oh, come on. I’m not your usual type, am I? I’m sure there are plenty of people wondering what L.A’s most eligible bachelor is doing with a slightly chubby brunette from New York.’ His frown turned to a scowl. ‘Chubby? In what world could you be ever considered chubby, Alana?’ ‘In your wo