I like her.
“I can’t believe you did this.”She faces me.“I can’t keep it.”
I don’t give a fuck what she does with it afterward.I’d pay a million dollars to fuck her, diamonds or no diamonds.Neither is necessary and I’m not going to question why I did it.
She liked it.
I’ll worry about that later.
I grip her face and kiss her again.She tastes like Cristal.“Who says I’m letting you leave?”
“Oh, so you’re a kidnapper too?”
“Does that turn you on?If so, yes.”
“You’re very confident.”
I smile because she’s right.I am and she can’t wait for me to fuck her until she can barely form a sentence.
“You scare me.”
“No, I don’t.”I face the windows, knowing she’s lying.
It’s my job to read people.Gemma is not scared of me.She’s scared of her attraction to me.
“How do you know?”
“Because if you were,” I glance down.“You wouldn’t have let me keep my hands between your wet thighs for the past few minutes.”
Her mouth parts, and before she can respond, Patrick opens the door.
We’re home.
“Want me to follow you up, boss?”
“No.”I sent off a message to my broker to have the necklace insured immediately and got a response saying it was done before we left the hotel.“Have a good night.”
Gemma and I walk into the building and head up in the private elevator.
When the doors close behind us as we step out, I take her purse, drop it on the small table, and her green eyes lock on mine.
“I haven’t ever done this.”
“Your daughter is proof you have.”I can feel the mirth sparkle in my eyes.
“I mean casual sex.”
I assumed so, but I’m not entertaining her insecurity.She is perfect.This chemistry is palpable.
“It’s the same, but better.”I wink.“Let me show you.”
“Please don’t do that.”Gemma glances away.“I need...a minute.”
Christ.
I wasn’t prepared for this.I’m no asshole, but I’m not making her hot milk and conducting a therapy session while she comes to grips with sleeping with a man who is not her husband.
This wasn’t a romantic date.
