Page 22 of The Good Girl


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“Do you have a problem with Tony?”

“No. I like Tony, and thi

nk it would…”

“You feel more comfortable having him around?”

“Yes.”

“Then it’s done. Anything else?” He stepped closer and took my hands in his.

“I need you to understand I’m not like the other women you’ve dated.” I tried not to fidget. “Yesterday, you said you wanted to share your bed with me.”

“I shouldn’t have said that.” He stepped closer. “I like you. I want this thing with us to work…but only if you do.”

I looked at him searching those gorgeous dark eyes for his truth. I cleared my throat and continued. “I do, but I need you to understand that I can’t give you what you probably had in your past relationships…that’s not me.”

I hope he understands what I’m trying to say. Although I am deeply attracted to him and my mind fills with all kinds of wicked thoughts when I’m around him, and his kisses turn my insides to hot jelly, I can’t sleep with him.

“I understand. I respect your honesty.” He stroked the side of my face. “I’m prepared for this. It just means, I’ll be spending a lot more time in the gym and taking a lot of cold showers.” He teased. “Gabriella, I like you and I promise not to push you to do anything you don’t want to do. Anything else?”

I stepped closer, and the heat of his body surrounded me. He pulled me to his chest and brushed the side of my face with his lips. I wanted to sink deep into his space. He grabbed my lips between his and kissed me like he did last night.

There was a knock on the door followed by a familiar voice. “Miss Townsend.” Another knock.

“Yes, Tony…”

“Have you seen Mr. Marchant?” he called out. We pulled apart and I walked over and opened the door.

“Good morning ,Tony.”

“Good morning, Miss Townsend. Have you seen Mr. Marchant?” I opened the door wider and Phillippe walked around and stood in the middle of the room. Tony looked at Phillippe and then back at me. “I’ll meet both of you downstairs in ten minutes.”

“I’m…we were…”

“We’ll be right down, Tony,” Phillippe answered. Tony looked at Phillippe with a raised eyebrow and left.

I closed the door and grabbed my chest breathing hard. “What did you tell him?” The last thing I need is for Tony to look at me with a disapproving eye because I’m dating my boss.

Phillippe walked over, wrapped me in his arms, brushed his tongue across my lips and kissed me.

“I told him we’re taking it slow.”

Phillippe

I rolled over and tried to sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, Gabriella was there with those sexy lips and those dangerous hips. She’s got me all tied up in knots and now the not sleeping is getting worse. I was getting a few torturous hours. Now, I’m sleeping like a baby…two hours here and then up for one. This ongoing agony is killing me.

I bet she’s sound asleep, secure in knowing she’s got the upper hand. I could try another cold shower, but what good would that do? I’d just be cold and wide awake with the only warm solution guaranteed to help me sleep at the end of the hall.

“No.” The sound of her sweet and innocent voice uttering that powerful two letter word is like an anvil landing on my foot. I know she said it, because I saw her lips move as the word floated off her lips. In the past, when I asked, well I didn’t really ask, it was more like me taking the liberty of inviting myself in, I was always received with open arms. And not for a hit and run, but for the night.

And when there was a little apprehension, I simply dropped a few words of French. I myself am amazed at how powerful the French language is. The French side of me is well versed in the art of seduction. A few choice words in French, a little ear nibbling and a gentle stroke of the arm at the door and I’m in for the night. None of that worked with Gabriella.

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I rolled over and slapped my clock. It was six thirty. I’m not sure what time Gabriella finally left my dreams and allowed me some sleep.

After a quick workout, I got dressed and called Gabriella. Her distant tone left an uneasy feeling with me.

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