“You’re pissed off and that’s fine, but don’t talk about us that way.” “Do you really think anyone is going to believe I got the job for any reason other than I’m the chick you’re sticking it to now?” I suppressed the twinge of sympathy I felt for Gideon’s suffering over his father, a Ponzi scheme swindler who’d taken his own life rather than face jail time.
You wouldn’t get anything you didn’t earn.” “I clawed my way up, too, with the Cross name trying to drag me down. I respect that about you.” His hands caressed my arms. “I can’t, for the same reason I didn’t accept help from my stepfather. “And you’re good at it.” He gripped my shoulders. “So am I.” I spun so quickly to face him that I knocked my purse onto the floor. “And pour your coffee while waiting for you to fuck me?” “Don’t you have a job to get to? Because I do.” I was opening a drawer to choose one of the lovely Carine Gilson bra and panty sets he kept stocked for me, when he came up behind me, slid his arms beneath mine, and cupped my breasts in both hands. Naked, I crossed the room, skirting him when he made a grab for me. Snorting, I put my coffee down on the nightstand and shrugged out of my robe. “I want to see you tonight,” he said, as he shrugged into his vest. He laughed and my toes flexed into the carpet. I set one hand on my hip and shot him a look. “You and me on a deserted tropical island where you’d be perpetually naked and I could slide into you at any moment.” “Are you shipping me off to parts unknown?” His eyes held a wicked gleam as he swiftly and expertly knotted his tie. “You’ll need it.”Įxcitement tingled through me. Nodding briskly, he reached for the tie I loved. He stilled, his narrowed eyes sliding down my body to where my robe had fallen away from my bare legs. “You could refrain from grinning like the Cheshire cat,” he muttered. Gideon shoved his shirttails into his slacks with obvious frustration. I stared at him over the rim of my mug and didn’t say anything. And I told you I won’t be seeing Corinne anymore.” “I don’t have a problem going dateless, Eva.
“You were there,” he argued, yanking up his pants. “You said she’d be bored having dinner at my place and you were wrong about that.” “I can’t imagine her being anything but bored at the few events appropriate for her to attend.” “So? Your sister is a beautiful, classy young woman who adores you. He paused in the act of buttoning up his shirt. “If you need a date and it can’t be me, take Ireland.” “Listen, I want you to do something for me.” “So you say.” I watched him start to dress. “And yet I can never get away with anything with you.” You read me like a book, while you’ve got the best poker face I’ve ever seen.”īending over, he kissed my forehead. He cupped the sides of my head, his thumbs brushing over my eyebrows. I tilted my head back to look up at him, my heart beating strong and sure. Laying his clothes on the bed, Gideon came to me. I swung my legs, too full of love and happiness to sit still.
“I picked out this suit because the color reminds me of your eyes.” “It’s uncanny how often we think alike,” he said. He wore only black boxer briefs, affording me the joy of admiring his leanly ripped body and taut golden skin. He unhooked the tie from the rack and stepped back into the bedroom with a graphite gray suit draped over his forearm. “I love your eyes,” I told him with an easy shrug. He glanced over to where I sat on the edge of the bed in the master bedroom, a cup of coffee in my hands. The one that matches your eyes.” I had a direct view into the walk-in closet, where Gideon was picking out the suit he’d wear to wrap up the week.
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