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“Thanks, take care of it. The guy I borrowed it from is real fond of it and he’ll get mad if I wreck it,” she said with a wink. Then she unzipped her sweater, slipped her arms out, exposing a black tank top to match her leggings. Gigi threw the sweater on my head after my gaze landed on her fantastic cleavage.
I laughed, watching her skate back to the center and pose.
I tapped the triangle and the music started. It was a classical piece, and from the look of things, Gigi remembered the routine perfectly. She performed it as though there were judges here instead of just me and my phone.
Her spins were crisp and artistic. To my amazement, Gigi added in a sit spin, crouched down, leg extended in front of her while she held onto the top of her skate. How is it possible to have beauty, brains, and talent like that? It’s not really fair to the rest of the world, Geneviève.
The music ended, and she finished with a flourish. I positioned my phone on the top of the boards, using my jersey to prop it up. Using her phone, I found the song I wanted and hit play. Racing up to Gigi, I grabbed her hand, pulling her along with me as I skated backward.
“That was wonderful. Dance with me?” I asked, even though technically we already were.
“I love this song,” she said, her voice breathy and happy.
“Right?” Then I sang along to Jewel’s, ‘You Were Meant For Me’, as I lead her around.
“I had no idea you were such an accomplished ice dancer, Moreau,” she said, grinning at me like a crazy person.
God, she was beautiful. Her hair still tied up high on her head—messy strands falling out around her face. Rosy cheeks that suited her perfectly. The tiniest hint of perspiration on her face from her exertions.
She’d never looked more radiant. “Martin, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”
“A man of mystery?” she teased me, but allowed me to lead as we skated—which surprised me a bit. I had expected her to attempt to takeover. She never did.
At the end of the song, I slowed us down, dipping her back as we stopped. That was when I leaned in and kissed her. Her breath hitched as I deepened the kiss, craving the touch of her tongue so fiercely, I groaned.
She kissed me back with matching enthusiasm, which made my cock stir with joy. Then I remembered the camera was on us. I lifted her up, holding her until she was steady. “Thanks for the dance.” That got me an adorable smile.
“Fuck,”I said as we drove up to the house. I knew those cars and their owners. Of course, these assholes would come over tonight. “Looks like my sister and brother and their hooligans are here,” I warned Gigi as I parked. “You okay with that? We can always find something else to do?”
Right now, I wanted to do a lot of other things with Gigi. Not one of them had anything to do with introducing her to the rest of my family.
“I assumed I would meet your family this weekend. This isn’t a surprise,” she said a bit sarcastically.
My eyes gave her a skeptical glance. “You say that now, G. In ten minutes, you’ll understand and regret not running while you still can.”
She rolled her eyes, then stepped out of the SUV. Our time at the rink had been so much fun. I never took anyone there when I managed to get home for a break. It had always been my way of unwinding. By myself.
Sharing my quiet time away with Gigi was more fun than I had hoped. Yeah, she griped about wearing secondhand skates. But she did it. And she had a great time, too. The way she soared and spun and danced—Christ, it had been a wonder to see.
I made a mental note to buy a pair of figure skates in her size and hide them at the rink.
Exactly as I had expected,my family pounced on Gigi the second we walked in. From all indicators, Gigi took it all in stride. I introduced her to my siblings, their spouses, and kids.
“You’re perfect,” my sister Élise had said to her right before hugging her even harder than Mom had.
My brother, Lucien, shook Gigi’s hand, and pulled her in for a hug as well. My nieces and nephews were slightly more mannerly, with only little Sylvie grabbing hold of Gigi’s leg and refusing to let go.
Gigi eventually asked Sylvie if it was all right if she carried her. Sylvie obliged. This brought us to now, which meant we were all downstairs except for Mom. She had insisted on getting enough rest for her and Gigi’s big day tomorrow.
Mom had insisted she was taking Gigi to get her nails done and to do some much needed shopping. The terror on G’s face had made me chuckle. In the spirit of appeasing her fake boyfriend’s mother, G gave in without a fight.
“Quite the training camp you’ve had, Bro,” Lucien said as he hit the red ball with the white. “You’re pretty big talk around here. You and Gigi, that is,” he said, shooting me a grin as he waggled his eyebrows up and down.
“You’re an idiot,” I said, leaning over the pool table to take my shot.
He moved around the other side of the table. “It serious? The way they make it look on the TV, it’s serious.”
I glowered at him, not answering. “Take your turn, Lu.”
