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Alejandro stared at Camila, speechless, for a few seconds as she returned his gaze with an innocent look. She deliberately ignored the hardness pressing against his shorts and focused on his empty hand.
"You didn’t get my fork," she cooed.
"We’re leaving," Alejandro said firmly.
"But I’m not done eating," Camila mumbled.
"Oh, you’ll eat all right," he replied darkly. "You’ll eat real good."
He scanned the room, searching for the waiter.
"I’m not going anywhere, Alejandro." Camila stubbornly crossed her legs, but Alejandro was unfazed. He scribbled a check and left it on the table for the waiter.
"I said I’m not done eating!" Camila repeated, her defiance growing. Without warning, Alejandro lifted her effortlessly and threw her over his shoulder.
Her eyes widened in shock.
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