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“How was your day?” I asked as I stood in the doorway.
“How do you think my day was, Gabriel?”
“If you chose to stay in your room all day, that was your problem. You had free roam of the entire house.”
“What am I? A dog?” Her brow arched at me.
I couldn’t help but smile at her sarcastic tone.
“Get changed. We’re going out to dinner.”
“You want to be seen in public with me?” she asked. “Aren’t you taking a huge risk?”
“Just get changed and put on something nice. We’re going to Daniel.”
“What’s wrong with this?” She pointed to her gray yoga pants and pink tank top.
“Kate, please just do as I ask.” I sighed.
“I’m not going if you handcuff me.”
“I promise I won’t handcuff you. But if you decide later you would like to be handcuffed, perhaps to my bed, I would take great pleasure in fulfilling your wishes.” I smirked.
“You’re sick. Get out of here so I can change. I’ll meet you downstairs.” She threw a pillow at me.
I let out a light laugh as I shut the door, headed to my bedroom, and changed my clothes for dinner. As I waited for her to come down, I poured myself a bourbon and took a seat on the couch. A few moments later, I looked up to see her walking down the stairs in a short black strapless dress and stiletto heels. Her hair was pinned up with strands of curls framing her face. She was simply stunning, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
“What do you think?” She smiled as she did a twirl.
“You look beautiful.” I grinned.
“More beautiful than Hannah?” Her cheeks blushed.
I walked over to her and placed my finger underneath her chin.
“Yes. You’re more beautiful as Kate.”
* * *
Kate
I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks when he said that and a wetness flow down below. There was something about him that made me tremble every time he looked at me. Maybe it was because he saw me as Kate, the real me. He held out his arm.
“Are you going to attempt to run?” he asked.
“No. That would be foolish of me since I’m starving.” I smirked as I hooked my arm around his.
“Then let’s go eat.”
Gabriel ordered us a bottle of their finest champagne and we started off with a Maine lobster salad.
“Tell me about yourself, Gabriel,” I spoke as I picked up my glass.
“What exactly do you want to know?”
“Anything. Tell me about your family.”
“Well,” he picked up his glass of champagne, “I was born and raised here in New York City. My father and mother never divorced but stayed unhappily married. You already know I have a brother, who is my only sibling, and I took over the family business when my father died two years ago.”
