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“Slowly.”

“That’s not an answer, it’s an adverb.” He shook his head. “She wanted to hear your plan for the two of you.”

“My plan?”

“You approached her, which meant you had a plan.”

“Crap!”

“You need to let her dictate the course of the relationship…set the pace and when she’s ready, she’ll let you in. Metaphorically speaking.”

“Great. So what am I suppose to do while I wait on her to metaphorically let me in?”

“Court her.”

“What?”

“Go old school. Make it about her…Throw on the charm.”

I stood up. “Charm her…I can do that.” I started towards my bedroom.

“Turning in?”

“Right after my very cold shower.”

__________________

Gabriella asked the million dollar question, “How are we going to work together and be in a personal relationship?” I failed to answer her question.

Before she came into my life, I was content with being alone for a little while. After spending three tumultuous years with Chantal, the last thing I wanted was to be in another relationship.

Gabriella has changed that for me. She brings passion and excitement to my life. I’ve never had a woman effect me the way she does. She consumes my thoughts and my dreams. I find myself lying in bed fantasizing about her. How she’ll feel lying underneath me…what she’ll sound like when we make love, and how those beautiful thighs will feel wrapped around me. When I do fall asleep, Gabriella is there with those lips and hips doing things no good girl should know anything about.

I’m not sure where this relationship is headed, but for the first time, I see marriage as an option and I don’t feel like I’m being pushed. However, before I can entertain that, I need to get this company healthy. When I agreed to take over, I was assured the board would be very supportive. Now that things are underway, the person that I thought would have my back, is giving me the most headaches.

My grandfather has got to step back and let me do the job he hired me to do. Otherwise, I’m stepping down and he can get someone else to be the CEO of Morgan Grant.

CHAPTER NINE

Gabriella

I SLAPPED MY ALARM AND reluctantly sat up, stretched my hands over my head, and let out a long yawn. “Thank you, God for another beautiful day.” I climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. I bypassed the mirror, went straight to the toilet, and then the shower. After the hot water danced along my body, reality set in. I was now dating my boss…I think.

I turned the shower off, climbed out, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body. I walked over to the vanity, wiped the dew-covered glass, looked at my reflection and repeated the words. “I’m dating my boss…what the crap!”

Last night, back it up, yesterday, it seemed like a good idea, especially after he kissed me. Then last night when he walked me to my room and kissed me again, it really seemed like a good idea. Now, after a restless night, I’m wondering if dating my boss is a good idea. “God what have I done?”

I got dressed and continued praying. My phone rang and I almost jumped out of my skin. I stopped packing and stared at the phone. It rang again so I walked over and picked it up. “Hello Miss Townsend, this is your wake up call.” I forgot I requested a wake up call.

“Thank you.” I put the receiver down and sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands. This is a bad idea. What if it doesn’t work? I don’t know anything about Phillippe other than he likes the color black, art, and when he kisses me, my entire body ignites. If this thing tanks, I could lose my job. I’ve worked too hard to lose everything behind a powerful set of lips and a tight behind. I’ve got to fix this before…

My phone rang with Phillippe’s ring tone. I hesitated to answer. After the third ring I pressed the Accept Call button. “Hello.”

“Good morning, Mon Amour.”

“Good morning.”

“We’ll be leaving in thirty minutes. Do you need more time?”

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