Page 6 of The Good Girl


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“I told the pilot we’re ready,” he said to Phillippe.

“Let Gil know, and ask him to bring me a glass of ice water. Thank you.” He looked at me and I was grateful to be sitting because every muscle in my body was numb. “Turn your iPad off until after take off.” He capped off his comment with a smile. Dimples. Are you kidding me?

His looks are strong and commanding until he smiles and then he becomes a real life sex fantasy. His eyes look like black diamonds, and those have got to be the whitest teeth I’ve ever seen.

What is wrong with me? He’s not even my type. Like I have a type. My last relationship was with Todd Elliot, my lab partner. Even then, I think it was a pity thing on both our parts. He was short, fair skinned, sweaty palms and every time he kissed me, it felt like I was being kissed by a fish.

I looked at Phillippe’s lips and wondered how those, gorgeous full lips would feel pressed against mine. I bet they’re soft. He probably doesn’t kiss like a fish, but like a man who knows how to take charge. His kisses are probably filled with a lot of passion. I bit my lower lip, lost in my fantasy of kissing him.

“Gabriella…Gabriella…”

“I’m sorry. I forgot my mother asked me to text her before we took off.”

“Please do, I understand mothers.”

Please don’t be a mama’s boy. That would be a shame, not to mention what it would do to my fantasy. I texted mama, “I’m okay. He’s really nice. We’re headed to D.C. Will text when we land. Talk to you later. Love, Gabby.”

“Be careful. Love you, baby.”

About an hour into our flight, Gil appeared with lunch. I tried to focus on work, but it was difficult with Phillippe sitting across from me. He even eats sexy.

He wiped his mouth. “I’m sure you have questions.”

Yes, I do. Why is Tony traveling with us? Why was it necessary for me to come on this trip? Not that I’m complaining, but with the work I’m doing, I could have stayed at the office. “How did you come to work for Morgan Grant?”

He looked at Tony and then back at me. “Uhm, the Chairman and I were at a social function and started talking. I made a great impression, a lucrative offer was made and I accepted.” I heard Tony cough. “Why did you want to work at Morgan Grant?”

“They showed the most opportunity for growth.”

“What’s your favorite department?”

“It was Mergers and Acquisitions, until I spent some time in Advertising.”

“What changed your mind?”

“I like the creative energy.”

“I see.” He smiled. “This definitely isn’t advertising, but there is a little creativity involved.”

“What do you do exactly?”

He shifted in his seat and sipped his coffee. “Let’s just say, we’ll be doing a little bit of everything.”

“Like going to charity events?” I smiled.

“Exactly. Did Cameron help you with a dress?”

“Yes, but I think it’s too…”

“Nonsense. You will probably need to add a few more to your wardrobe, so when we get back…”

Is he kidding? Unless he’s going to buy me a dress every time I need one, we need to talk about my salary. “I don’t…”

“Is there a problem?”

“I can’t afford to buy dresses like the one you bought. I’ll do my best, but…I’m not complaining about my salary, because the standard Executive Assistant salary is way better than…”

“What are you talking about?”

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