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Gabriella said it was a simple family brunch. However, my nerves said otherwise. I asked what her mother was serving so I could bring wine, but she didn’t know. I did the next best thing and had a mixed case of wine, and three dozen yellow roses delivered to her parents. She texted me they were impressed, although her mother tried to hide her delight at the roses.
I took a deep breath, and rang the door bell. God, please let Gabriella answer the door, Amen.
Shortly after my prayer the door opened. I looked ahead and instead of the beautiful sexy woman that’s been plaguing my dreams, it was a slightly older version in a simple white cotton dress. The woman looked like an older version of Gabriella. If this is her mother, Gabriella is going to be stunning when she reaches her mother’s age.
I took my sunglasses off and extended my hand to her. “Hello, I’m Phillippe.”
“Oh, damn.”
“Excusez moi?”
“Mommy,” a familiar voice called out. “I told you I would get the door.”
I looked past Mrs. Townsend, and saw Gabriella walking towards the door. We were at a standstill. Gabriella finally came to my rescue. So far, this was not going well.
“Vivi…” a masculine voice called out.
“Excuse me.”
She quickly brushed past Gabriella. “Mommy…”
“Vivi.” The voice called out again.
“Gabby, your father is calling me.”
“Did you at least speak to Phillippe?”
She turned around. “Welcome to our home.” She turned and quickly hurried away.
Gabriella looked shocked at her mother’s behavior. And to be honest, so was I. “Come in.”
I stepped inside and she closed the door.
She gently kissed me. We discussed not being too affectionate this afternoon. I didn’t need another strike against me. Although, one of Gabriella’s deep kisses would be just the sedative I need to get me through this afternoon.
“I’m sorry about that.”
“That’s okay.” I looked at her and the white jeans she was wearing were making this meeting even more difficult. “Great minds.”
“What?”
“Your jeans.”
She looked down, then at me and smiled. “Oh. Great minds.” She took my hand and we ducked into the hall next to the kitchen. “Okay. I need to brief you.”
I looked around to make sure no one was around and crushed my lips against hers. At first she tried to resist, but then she gave in. I wrapped her in my arms and slid my hands down her back and pulled her closer. Every one of her curves locked against my body. Her signature parfum traveled up my nose and I was intoxicated. With one kiss, she relaxed me enough to face the barrage of questions that were likely to be thrown at me. I slowly pulled back, and those gorgeous dark eyes slowly looked up at me, and I remembered why I agreed to this meeting. “You were saying?” I brushed the side of her face.
“Uhm…my mother invited my Aunt Niki and Uncle Jimmy. Aunt Niki is my mother’s younger sister, and Uncle Jimmy is her husband.”
“Aunt Jimmy and Uncle Niki.”
“What? No.”
I smiled, kissed her again and stroked her arm. “Just teasing you. Aunt Niki and Uncle Jimmy. Calm down, Mon amour.”
“Definitely no French.”
I whispered in her ear, “J’avais l’impression que tu l’as aimé quand je te parlais en Français?”
