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6 ALICIA

I entered the restaurant and immediately realized it was a taqueria. Inside, there were only a few workers and two people enjoying their meal at 3 in the morning.

"Good evening. How can I assist you?" A guy approaches me with a friendly smile.

"Hello!" I greet back. "You can leave the menus; my companion is still in the car." I point to the car parked across the street.

"Sure, I'll be around when you're ready to order."

He walks away, and I start inspecting the menu when I sense his presence behind me.

"You're such a cock tease," he whispers in my ear, then walks ahead of me, covering his groin with a black trench coat.

I burst out laughing, and he gives me a displeased look.

"Don't be mad," I tell him. "Think of it as a favor."

"A favor?" He laughs incredulously. "A favor would be you giving me a blowjob right now so I can fill your pretty pink mouth with my cum."

My mouth suddenly feels dry.

"Watch your language, young man," I reprimand him. "We're in a public place."

"I don't give a shit. Let everyone know you're mine."

"Excuse me?" I raise an eyebrow. "I'm not yours or anyone else's."

"Darling, ever since you gave me an orgasm, you're mine."

"No, Elijah, you and I barely know each other, and we've done things that shouldn't have happened because you're my boss. Pretending now that I'm your damn property is an insult."

I scoff and look towards the window.

"Ready to order?" The waiter approaches, and my expression quickly changes.

"You, bring us all the different flavors of tacos you have."

"What?" He looks surprised.

"Yes, that's what I'd like, please." I smile at the waiter, who leaves cheerfully.

"I don't get why you have to smile at him like that," I notice he's annoyed.

"Because I have manners."

"I don't like it when you do that." He leans forward, getting closer to me.

"And doesn't it bother you that I ordered so much food?" I question.

"Not at all." He shrugs. "What I'll spend is like 0.000000000.0.1% of my net worth."

"Are you seriously disgustingly rich?" I look at him in surprise. "I should start my own club."

"I don't just own a club, Alicia. I have other businesses that keep me in the spotlight."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you've already told me you can have any woman you want." I roll my eyes.

"It's possible, but I only want one, and she won't let me taste her."

"Whatever. What are your other jobs?" I'm curious to know if what the social media says about his ties to the mafia is true.

"Family business," he replies.

"A man of few words?"

"Not really, I just don't like talking about my family. Let's say we didn't get along that well."

Just then, the waiter and another guy approach with three trays of tacos. I look at Elijah with surprise, and he's equally shocked at the amount of food before us.

"I hope you enjoy it," the guy says and walks away, leaving me alone with Elijah again.

"Wow."

"Damn, Alicia, this is way too much food. My bodyguards, who have endless stomachs, didn't even come, and they could have eaten everything."

"Don't worry about that; I can take some home. My father's been eager to have tacos again."

"Father?" He looks confused. "Alicia, if you have a father, why do you have two jobs? One should be more than enough."

I lower my gaze to my fingers and start fidgeting with them. The topic of my father's cancer is a real dilemma that both of us are going through, but my father is the one who's struggling the most.

"One job isn't enough," I say.

"Are you suffering from some kind of domestic violence?"

"What? No!" I look at him as if he had a third eye growing on his forehead. "My father can't work because he has cancer, and we need to pay for chemotherapy sessions, which cost a fortune."

"Wow… I'm really sorry, Alicia. I didn't know."

"Very few people do." I shrug. "But let's change the subject. Like you, I don't like talking about my family."

Elijah stares at me as if trying to convey something, but I quickly avert my gaze. I grab a taco, dip it in the sauce, and take a bite. It's pure bliss, and I do a little victory dance as I savor all the flavors and celebrate my full stomach.

"God…" I moan. "These are so delicious."

"I know, when I need to think, I come here to blend in," he says.

"It's definitely a good place to hang out," I take another bite of the taco.

However, he doesn't say anything else; he just watches me eat. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, I glance at the road where not a soul is in sight.

"Why won't you let me touch you?" he asks.

I look at him, and his hypnotic blue eyes draw me in again. Elijah knows he's handsome and uses it to his advantage, but I need to distance myself from him as soon as possible, or else I might let things go too far.

"Because it's not right, and you know it."

"Nothing in this life is right," he smiles. "Life is about taking risks."

"I won't jeopardize my father's life for a night of sex with my boss," I reply firmly.

"Your job won't be at risk," he assures quickly. "I have a proposal for you."

"Mr. Morgan—"

"Alicia, I swear if you call me Mr. one more time, I'll put you over my lap and spank that beautiful ass of yours, and I don't care that we're in a restaurant," Elijah speaks with total calmness.

"I won't be Anastasia Steele."

"And I won't be Christian Grey." He leans forward to grab a taco and takes a bite. "However, we can complement each other perfectly."

"Will you never stop insisting?"

"I have my limits." He shrugs.

"You know, Mr. Morgan, you'd be better off with my friend Monica, the one who gave you her number."

"And what if you could bear to see me with her?" A flirty yet mischievous smile creeps onto his face. "I wouldn't want to break your heart."

"No, I'd be happy to get rid of it," I respond in kind.

"Yet a few minutes ago, you were on top of me, rubbing your pussy against my cock."

At that moment, I was taking a sip of water, and it almost came spewing out of my mouth. I cover my face, trying to regain my composure.

"You're so reckless!" I scold him. "We're in a public place; people might hear."

"Don't be dramatic, Alicia. This place is deserted. Besides, I didn't say anything that wasn't true. And I must say, thanks to you, I'm dying of heat under this trench coat because I still have a damn erection." He reminds me. "Right now, I should have you on your knees, sucking my cock."

"Elijah!" I reprimand him again, and he just bursts out laughing.

"You don't know how I imagine your wet mouth along my length."

"Oh my god, I'm leaving." I stand up, ready to escape the embarrassment.

"No, no, no, Miss." Elijah stands up abruptly, grabs my hand, and then sits in one of the chairs, placing me on his lap. "You're staying, and we're going to eat all this food you ordered."

"Then stop making those kinds of comments, it makes me uncomfortable."

"Alright, sweetheart." He nods. "Now let's talk about the proposal I have for you."

"What's it about?" I try to get off his lap, but he stops me. "Do I need to sit on your lap?"

"I like having you here." He shrugs. "Alicia, you drive me crazy. Since the first moment I saw you, I've been feeling like a teenager every time you're around, and I'd like to have you, not just sexually. Alicia, I don't want you to get scared by what I'm about to say, but are you willing to be my wife?"

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