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I breathe in deep through my nose as I remove my dress slacks. When I step out of the en-suite, I hit the light switch and the light is replaced by the soft glow of the moon filtering in through the windows.
I can still make out Clementine, waiting patiently inmybed and I cross the room and pull back the covers.
“Where did you go?”
I slide into the bed, and lay on my back.
Clementine turns to face me, laying on her side and tucking her hands under her face. “Your trip. Where did you go?”
“I had a business meeting in France, and then stopped by Dubai to visit a friend.”
“Ah, afriend.”
I prop up on my elbows a bit to glare down at her accusation. “Yes, just a friend. His name’s Dean.”
“Oh.” She scoots a bit closer. “Thank you for letting me sleep here.”
Lying here next to her is a big mistake. Dirty thoughts keep creeping into my mind. Like her riding my cock. Like her sucking on my dick. Like me sucking on her tits.
I squeeze my eyes shut to keep the images at bay and change the subject to keep my mind from wandering. “You’ve never told me about Tennyson’s father.”
She stiffens beside me, and I can no longer hear her breathing. “There’s really nothing to tell,” she finally says. Then, she flips over and says, “Goodnight, Gabriel.”
“Night.”
I don’t know how I’m supposed to sleep now. Her breathing continues until it evens out and I can tell she’s asleep. I pound at my pillow, tossing around a while until I fall fast asleep. Hopefully the ghost decides to visit tomorrow. Actually, I’d consider putting him on the payroll if he gets Clementine in my bed every night.
Chapter 17
Clementine
By the time I make it home after a busy day of work, all I can think about is the whirlpool tub in the en-suite in my room. It’s my new best friend. It’s been a few days since the ‘ghost debacle’ occurred that had me spending the night with Gabriel in his bed. If he’d said no, I was ready to beg. I felt safe having him next to me, but the next day, when the maid told me the air vent in my room makes a funny noise, I felt a little foolish I let my imagination go wild. Like when Tennyson would be scared of monsters and I would have to go debunk them in his room late at night.
Either way, I haven’t returned to Gabriel’s bed, and I don’t want to—much.
I go through the routine with Tenny, reading him a story before bed, making sure he has Mr. Giraffe to sleep with, and by the time I make it to my room, I’m exhausted.
I remove my shoes by the door, and unbutton my blouse as I walk across the cool hardwoods toward the en-suite.
“We need to talk,” a low voice says from the corner of the dark room.
I jump a bit. “You scared me, Gabriel.”
“Did you think I was a ghost?” He grins, sitting in the wingback chair in the shadows.
“No. Mia explained it’s the air-conditioning.” I fumble to re-button my blouse as I perch on the edge of the queen mattress. “What did you want to talk about?”
“Are you and Tennyson settling in well?”
“I think so.” I don’t want to tell him the truth that Tenny and I are liking this more than we should. It’s not like I’ve taken him on a shopping spree, and I won’t, but it’s the little things here we’ve never had access to before that are spoiling us—movies, whirlpool tubs, acres of land, on and on.
“Good. We have a party to attend tomorrow night.”
“Oh, ok.”
He stands from the chair and flips on the light. He’s stunning in his navy slacks and white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar. As he steps closer, his scent reaches me first. A tantalizing combination of saffron and woodsy notes. It smells like what you imagine a gorgeous man fresh out of a GQ catalog would smell like. “This is for you.” He hands me a black card, and I take it from his fingers.
“What’s this?”
