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After lugging up some of the boxes and suitcases, and unpacking, I end up trying out that ensuite.
Holy. Heaven.
The clawfoot tub with the built-in jets I’m saving for another day. But the massive walk-in shower with the multiple steam and massage settings is everything. I take my time, letting the hot water and steam massage every single pore.
Then I dry off, drape the towel over the bar on the wall, and step back into the bedroom to change into some clean clothes.
I end up screaming and jumping out of my fucking skin when I find Gabriel sitting in a chair by the window, staring calmly at me.
“What the fuck!” I yell, bolting to the bed and yanking off the duvet. I wrap it tightly around myself before I whirl on him. “Can you please stop fucking doing that?”
“Doing what?”
“Barging in on me changing?”
“The door has a perfectly good lock. Perhaps it’s a thrill for you.”
My face burns. “Or perhaps start assuming closed ones aren’t meant to be opened.”
“It’s my house.” He’s taken off his jacket and tie and undone a button or two of his shirt. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. My pulse skips as my eyes drag over the bit of firm, muscled chest I can see, and the bulge of his shoulders. The way his veined, muscled forearm ripples as his fingers tap on the armrest.
I frown. “What did you want?”
He turns and lifts a massive legal document from the side table next to him. “We forgot a couple of clauses in our contract.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine. I’ll take a look.”
“Thank you. There are some paragraphs concerning code of conduct in there, too.”
“Code of conduct?”
“Your extracurricular activities.”
My cheeks burn. “Once again, my sex life is none of your goddamn business. But I’ll take a look at it.”
Gabriel nods as he stands. “My housekeeper, Shawna, is off today. But help yourself to the kitchen downstairs for dinner. Or feel free to order whatever you want for delivery. Don’t stay up late?—”
I arch a brow. “Are you going to be my husband or my babysitter?”
He rolls his eyes. “You didn’t let me finish. I was about to say we have a big day tomorrow.”
I groan. “I know. I’ve got the Templeman deposition at two?—”
“Not anymore.”
I scowl. “What? I’ve been working on that for months.”
“Cassidy Hawthorn will be taking over. You have other plans.”
I stare in disbelief. “Plans like…?”
Gabriel’s jaw sets. “The media’s gotten wind of my intention to run against Governor Hall. Speculation is running rampant, so we need to announce it tomorrow, not next week as planned.”
My eyes go wide. “T-tomorrow?”
Holy shit. Delivery dinner? I think I need a delivery pitcher of margaritas.
Gabriel heads to the door and opens it as I thumb through the addendum contract he’s left on the table. Instantly, I stop cold at “Section III: Physical Expectations”. Each bullet point beneath it makes my blood burn a little hotter. They list how my hair should be styled, what sort of makeup I should wear in public, my style in clothes, my diet, and the workout schedule I’ll apparently be following with my new personal trainer.
