Her Venice Affair novel Chapter 6

Chapter Six

"Half a million dollars! Really, Allan, if you don't want to go with her just say no. You are allowed to. No one can force you otherwise."

Allan grabbed her hand and dragged her away without a word in response, but that didn't stop Riana from rambling on. She had to run to keep up with his long strides.

"Do you have any idea how much half a million dollars is? That's too much! Let her pay. They can't possibly force you to go if you don't want to. What, is there a clause that says you'll go to jail if you don't agree to this?"

Allan brought them to a quick halt then turned to Riana with his brows creased. "You babble a lot. You just go on and on and on without a single break to breathe. Do you know that?"

Of course she knew that! The most Riana ever spoke was when she rambled and this situation deserved a babble! "Five hundred thousand dollars, Allan. That's crazy!"

"My sentiments exactly!" the slut said breathlessly. Riana wasn't the only one running to keep up with Allan.

Allan muttered something incoherent under his breath then pulled Riana back into a chase after him. They finally stopped at a desk and he quickly stuck his hand in the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out his checkbook.

"Allan, she can't possibly afford you!"

Riana shook her head and shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm not paying for him. He's paying for himself...or is it for me? I guess it's for me since he's the one who invited me to-"

"Riana," Allan spoke softly cutting her off.

"Hmmm?"

"You are rambling again."

"Oh. Sorry," she whispered. He chuckled, shook his head and turned back to the lady at the desk.

The slut pulled at his sleeve jacket. "Allan, this is not how things are done. You can't pay for yourself!"

Allan stared at her assaulting hand and she quickly dropped it before he responded, "She'll pay me back."

"I will?" Riana squeaked. She knew this would happen. Now where the hell was she going to get half a million from? She stomped her foot. This was all Loraine's fault!

Riana looked back at Allan just in time to catch his eyes move over her like he was undressing her. When she finally met his eyes, the lust in them made her take a step back. The pit of her belly burned when she finally realized what kind of payment he meant.

He held her gaze and said, "Yes, Riana, you will," with the most sensual voice she'd ever heard, and then he took a pen from the lady at the desk and leaned down.

Riana swallowed hard, and let out a shaky breath she hadn't realized she was holding. What the hell had she gotten herself into?

"Mr. Jones, tell Mr. Sinclair he can't pay for himself!" The slut screeched like a banshee.

Mr. Jones, the organizer of the event, was sitting behind the desk and looked too old to be dealing with her temper tantrums and Riana wished there was a way she could spare him the drama.

"Miss Davenport, what seems to be the matter?" he asked with a tired voice.

Riana stepped back to avoid the slut's hand as it shot up to point an accusing finger at her. "This...thing can't afford to pay for Mr. Sinclair. She very well knew that but she still joined the bid. In fact, she isn't even a guest but a waitress. She shouldn't have been participating!"

"And you can?" Allan threw over his shoulder.

"Can what?"

"Can you afford me?"

The slut went silent, staring at Allan with a seething look but he was completely unfazed. He stared at her like he was staring at a spoiled child throwing a tantrum.

He turned back to the desk. "Didn't think so."

Riana took another step back. She wanted to give them some space-not too much space, but just enough to deal with their issues-and hopefully Allan could reduce her screeching by a few octaves as well.

Allan's hand stilled over the check and his gaze quickly shot up to her. His expression was blank except for his right brow, which slowly rose. She wasn't sure if he was asking a question or reacting to her stepping back. Riana took back the step and Allan turned his attention back to the check.

So that's what that look meant. Noted.

His ex-girlfriend stepped forward and placed her hand on his arm. Riana knew she was being ridiculous, but the sudden urge to rip it off filled her. She was feeling territorial over a guy she just met. Loraine was right; there was something seriously wrong with her.

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