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“Your building?”
“This building belongs to my family.”
“Your family?” This is the first mention of his family having money. I thought he only owned the restaurant. “Why do I get the impression there’s something you’re not telling me?”
“What are you saying?”
“The restaurant, now this building…what’s going on?”
“I inherited some money and property when my father died.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You don’t believe me.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Then why does it feel like you don’t?”
“Phillippe, your finances aren’t my business.”
“But…”
“Let me finish. I hope that as we get to know each other, you’ll feel comfortable enough to tell me what’s going on.”
“I’m telling you the truth about the building.”
“I believe you about the building, but I know there’s more to it.”
“Mon amour, I…”
I held up my hand. “The next time we talk about this building and the restaurant, you better be prepared to tell me whatever it is you’re not telling me. Tu comprends?” He looked surprised at my response.
“Oui.”
“Where’s Marie? I’d like to freshen up.”
“Marie.” As quickly as she disappeared, she reappeared. “Please show Mademoiselle to her room, Merci.”
“This way, Mademoiselle.”
I started to walk away and he grabbed my hand. “Do I get a kiss?”
“No.” Marie winked at me.
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phillippe
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I barely dodged that bullet. I have to remember Gabriella is very perceptive. I just knew I was going to have to come clean about everything when she asked about the apartment. I need to get through this trip and back to the states without her finding out the truth.
I tried to sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, Gabriella was there. It would be so easy to go downstairs to her room and make love to her. The hold she has on both my conscious and sub-conscious is overwhelming. I have never been involved with a woman like her. The kicker is, we aren’t even sleeping together, and yet she’s controlling me.
Her hold on me would make sense if we were physically involved, but we aren’t. All we’ve done is kiss. And, as my grandmother used to say, no inappropriate touching either. Although God knows, I would love to have her full breasts in my hands and feel her nipples brushing against my tongue. When I kiss her, the way she feels pressed against me, sends a charge straight to my…I am running out of things to think about to squash the arousal she ignites in me.
I wonder what she sleeps in? Is it a little frilly gown or
