Taking Daddy’s Command.
The heat was palpable, and the air itself seemed to hum with it.
“Speak.” Maximo commanded, his tone low but firm, like a predator issuing an order.
The waiter bowed his head gently.
“Here is the ice cream you ordered, sir.”
Maximo didn’t look away from Amelia. “Hand it to her,” he commanded, his voice still unwavering, still filled with the same dark intensity.
The waitress handed the bowl of ice cream over to Amelia. She took it with a word, her eyes half fixed on his.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice so low it had a strange, seductive undertone to it that seemed to make the waitress ache in some unseen way. It was a whisper meant for Maximo’s ears alone.
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