Chapter 8
Lexie
What the heck just happened? One minute I’m trying to stave off an attack of a crazy lady, the next I’m dating Mr. Sexy himself, Gabriel Parker. After Kim takes my place, I walk slowly back to the lion's den, er, I mean Mr. Parker’s office. As soon as I round the corner, I see Katya, and she sees me. “I’m, uh…”
“Go in,” she says coldly.
I open his door and step through. Cammy and Mr. Parker are sitting in his rather large sitting area that’s adjacent to his main office. There’s a large, dark brown leather sectional sofa and chair that looks like it came from the 1950s or 60s. They sit rather low to the ground, and they look clean and sleek.
“Hey Lex!” says Cammy cheerfully.
“Hi, Cammy.”
“Have a seat,” says Gabriel as he pats the seat beside him. I’d prefer to take the chair, but Cammy’s got that.
Sitting as far away from him as I can, I fold my hands onto my lap and wait. Cammy starts, “Well, it seems you two are a couple.”
Gabriel rolls his eyes, “Cutting right to the chase, I see.”
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re the one who got the ball rolling.” Cammy turns to me, “Here’s the deal, Lex. Gabriel is in the paper again. This time, he supposedly knocked up that crazy lady out there and left her at the altar.”
“Uh, huh.”
“My suggestion to him was to date someone for longer than a night.”
“Hey!” Gabriel interjects. “I’m not that bad.” When Cammy just stares at him, I giggle.
“What does that have to do with me?”
“I told him he needed to date someone average––someone real. When he was backed into a corner out there, he went with it and chose you.”
“Gee, thanks,” I mutter. Don’t get me wrong. Gabriel Parker is every woman’s dream man. Besides his height and general build; he’s got an ass that could be on a professional athlete it’s that round and firm. Well, I assume it’s firm. I’ve never touched it nor will I ever get to touch it. It’s merely an observation.
Imagining what lies beneath the perfectly tailored shirts and suits is what dreams are made of. The problem is, he’s a man-whore. Combine that with the fact that he only dates tall, stick-thin women and you can see why this isn’t going to work. I’m not tall, not thin, and not for him. No one will believe he’d settle for someone like me when he could have Heidi Klum. Heck, I think he used to date Heidi Klum. Ugh. “No one is going to believe that he,” I say pointing at Gabriel, “would date someone who looks like me.”
“What are you talking about?” Cammy and Gabriel say simultaneously.
“I’m no Heidi Klum.”
“No one is,” says Cammy like that made a lick of sense.
“Heidi is.”
“Heidi isn’t all that,” grumbles Gabriel. “She’s not perfect.”
“You know what I mean. I’m not his usual, um, date.”
“I like all kinds of women. You’re fine.”
Fine? What in the hell? No wonder he’s never been with someone longer than six hours. If he tells them all they are ‘fine’, they’d be out the door in a flash. “Never the less, it won’t work.”
“It’s got to. I’m sure it’s already out there that Gabriel Parker has found his one true love.”
I gag a little bit. “This isn’t Cinderella.”
“Kind of. You’re Cinderella, and he’s the prince.”
“Speaking of Cinderella. We need to get you over to Saks,” adds Gabriel as he checks his watch.
