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Fair enough.
A few days ago, I wouldn’t have imagined being partial to limo sex either. Not really a limo, and not exactly sex, but that’s beside the point.
I blush fifty shades of crimson and quickly remedy the post-coital wardrobe malfunction.
“Blake.” Mila smiles at me. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you; I’ll let you two smooch goodbye. Boss,”—she flashes him a slightly sadistic smile—“I’ll be inside waiting with all the fusterclucks you’ve been so eagerly ignoring in the past few days.”
Then she’s gone.
Gabriel rakes a hand through his hair. “So, that’s Mila.”
“Oh my gosh, I love her.”
Gabriel ruffles my hair, which needs no more ruffling, and says, “I’m glad. Can I treat you to dinner tonight or are you working late?”
I’m glad that he asked, that he didn’t just assume I’d be free to dedicate all my time to him.
“Dinner sounds great, maybe a little late-ish… nine?”
“Out or in?”
No matter how good the car ride here was, I’ll want more of him come night, and I’m not ready to experiment with restaurant sex, yet. So…
Heat blooms on my face as I say, “In.”
My maddeningly red cheeks must reveal my thought process because Gabriel’s eyes darken. “Tobias will be waiting for you out of your building at eight forty-five.”
It’d be pointless to protest the private chauffeur offer, so I just nod and let Gabriel kiss me goodbye.
* * *
Back at the office, Evan is awaiting me with a too-keen expression that informs me I’m about to be treated to my own brand of royal fusterclucks.
It’s mostly related to the IPO, from the new SEC and SOX Act compliance expert we need to hire, to the mounting legal, accounting, and auditing services fees, plus liability insurance, and underwriting costs, to the new board of directors I need to appoint.
I have to deal with all that plus taking my first in-class training at the gym in four days, while still on Mountain Time and dealing with a mild case of jet leg.
By the time eight forty-five arrives, I’m glad Tobias will be waiting for me downstairs and that I won’t have to worry about dinner.
As we pull up in front of Gabriel’s building, I’m relieved MGM lives in a place with a personality. I like the limestone façade and retro look, and I try to gloss over the fact that this must be one of those fancy, old-money buildings where one isn’t allowed to buy unless they can exhibit a pedigree dating back at least a couple of centuries.
After a livery-wearing doorman lets me in and directs me to the penthouse—of course—Gabriel welcomes me into his home with a kiss. I’m happy to find the apartment is not all modern, cold, and sharp surfaces. From what I can see from the entrance, the décor is a tasteful mix of cozy, elegant, artistic, and sure-to-be-pricey furniture.
“How was your day?” Gabriel asks, taking my jacket off.
“Dreadful, can we go back to the woods and pretend nothing else exists?”
He grins. “Say the word, and I’ll alert the jet.”
“Tempting, but I just need to get this IPO pressure behind me, and then we can take a vacation. Gosh, I’m starving.”
“So the rumors are true?”
I stare at him wide-eyed. The official IPO announcement hasn’t gone out yet, and for all we discussed at the cottage, our businesses were never a part of it.
“Yes, but still officially a secret.”
“Got it, I won’t breathe a word. I’m just glad dinner is ready and I can move your head away from the stress.”
