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“Phillippe told me to meet him in the lobby.”
“He’s in the bar.”
“I’ll get him and we’ll meet you at the car.” He turned and left.
I took a deep breath and went to the bar. I looked around and saw Phillippe standing at the end of the bar looking at the television. My heart skyrocketed to my throat. He looked like the black James Bond…suave, classy, sexy, dangerous. I walked over and tapped him on the arm and it was like tapping steel.
He turned slightly and smiled, then frowned. Oh crap, I made a mistake with the hair, or maybe the dress. Cameron assured me this was how Phillippe wanted me to look. He stepped back and his smile reappeared. “Gigi?”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m sorry. Gabriella. You look…” He slowly looked me up and down. I felt flattered and pretty.
“Tony’s out front with the car.” I walked out of the bar ahead of him and felt his eyes on me.
My nerves were racing around my stomach at the thought of possibly dancing with Phillippe. I kept telling myself, this is a work function, not a date. So what if that means spending a little time pressed up against my hot boss with his large, strong hands holding me, then so be it.
“Tony did you see how beautiful Gabriella looks?”
“Yes.” He looked at me via the rearview mirror. “Like the hair.”
“Thank you.” Phillippe kept staring at me. “Is there anything I need to know?” He didn’t say anything. I repeated my question. “Phillippe, is there anything I need to know?”
He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “Uhm…no, I’ll introduce you to James and his wife and then just follow my lead.”
“Okay.”
“We’re representing Morgan Grant, but it’s also a party, so I want you to have a good time.” He smiled.
Since I began working with Phillippe, this was the first time I’d seen him at a loss for words.
We pulled up to valet parking and Phillippe got out, walked around, and helped me out of the car. He took my arm and wrapped it around his bent elbow. “You have nothing to be nervous about,” he assured me.
“What about Tony?”
“He’ll join us after he takes care of the car.”
We continued inside and it wasn’t what I expected. Instead of a stuffy dinner, it was a carnival. There were game booths around the walls of the ball room, clowns, stilt walkers, balloon artists and gourmet carnival food. The theme was perfect for a children’s charity.
“Wow.” I was relieved, but I was also disappointed about not being wrapped in Phillippe’s strong arms dancing.
“This is so different from last year.”
“Excuse me?”
“Last year it was a dinner and dancing.” He looked around and a huge smile appeared on his face. “So what do you want to play first?”
I looked around the colorfully decorated ballroom. It reminded me of my family trips to the fair and my dad playing ring toss so he could win me a giant teddy bear. It took him four years, but he finally did it. “Ring toss.”
“Are you kidding?”
I looked at him. “With your height, we should be able to do some damage.”
“Okay, ring toss it is.”
We headed over to the ring toss game. Phillippe took his jacket off and handed it to me. “Okay, so what are we taking home?”
I looked at the prizes and spotted what I wanted. “The bear.”
