Itwas half past ten. Dear God, she nearly overslept.
"Ohmy God Breslin, thank you." Holding the phone with one hand, she quicklychanged into the clothes she laid out for the interview.
"Yeah,no problem." He sounded as if he wanted to say more.
Noticingher door was ajar she remembered the dream-like figure last night. Should she mentionit to him?
Hebegan again, "hey… about last night…"
Strappingon her sandal, she paused. God last night. Why could that have not just been abad dream?
"I'm…I took care of Derek, and I bought some new hardware for the bathroomdoor."
Tookcare of it? What did that mean, she wanted to ask but glancing at the clock sheknew she did not have time.
"Iwant to try and forget that ever happened." Clipping her hair into asimple bun, she swiped on some pink lipstick and grabbed her bag. "Okaywish me luck."
Therewas a silent pause, for a minute she thought he had hung up, but glancing ather phone she saw that they were still connected.
"Hel..."She began, but he spoke up.
"Goodluck Salene." The line beeped in her ear letting her know he disconnected.
Tossingher phone into her bag, she headed out the house locking the door.
***
Itwas fifteen minutes before six, Salene and Bishop just spotted Breslin's blacktruck pull down the driveway. Waiting at the garage door in the kitchen, theywaited eagerly for the door to open. Stepping through the threshold Gabrielpaused in the doorway his green eyes slightly surprised by the small welcomecommittee.
"Guesswhat?" Doing her best to contain her excitement she bit her lip to keepfrom smiling.
Removingthe expensive leather cross body attaché briefcase, Gabriel tossed it on thecounter neatly before putting his hands in his pockets. Giving her a patientlook he waited.
Todayhe was wearing a different suit than his usual traditional suit and jacket.Instead of the jacket, he wore a charcoal vest and matching slacks with a crispwhite long sleeve shirt. Standing there with his hands in his pockets he lookedlike a hipster Norse God with his gold beard and hair.
"Igot the job!" She squealed no longer able to contain her joy.
Aslow, lazy smile spread across his face at the news.
"Thatis good news. So you think you can be out by tomorrow?" He teased cruelly.
Notgiving him the satisfaction of an argument she spun on her heel to walk away.
"Waita minute I was just joking," fingertips danced along her flank as he triedto catch her to pull her back.
Laughtererupted from her mouth as she stumbled forward trying to escape the ticklishfeeling. Gripping the back of the dark blue sofa she turned back to him bracingherself against the furniture. The shock on his face told her he did not intendfor that to happen, but the growing smile alarmed her deeply. The ticklishreaction was not what he expected, but it was clear he wanted more.
"Gabriel,"she warned as he gave her a large maniacal grin.
Fasterthan she could react he lunged at her.
"Gabrielno!" She screeched in fear imbued laughter as his rough fingers strummedin unison up and down her sensitive flanks.
Thegauzy white blouse did nothing to shield his attack, each press of his longfingers along her ribs made her cry out. Salene tried to push away, but hewould not budge. Not able to take the torturous attack her knees buckled weaklybeneath her causing her to slide to the floor.
"Gabrielstop," by now her scream came out as a desperate plea as her body could nolonger process the assault as funny anymore, just torture. When his is fingersfinally granted her peace Salene noticed their position. Lying flat against thecold tile floor, she was in complete disarray. The white blouse had comeun-tucked from her black pencil skirt, which was hiked up around her thighs.Thighs that were currently being straddled by much larger, muscular thighs.Inhaling the scent of his cologne, Salene watched as his green eyes darkened ashe looked down at her from his position.
Openingher mouth to break the silence, he pushed himself up to a standing position.Holding out a hand he gave her a small smirk. For some reason, she felt likebreathing a sigh a relief at his smile. Taking his hand, with one strong pull,she was back up on her feet.
