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“Looks like we’re table mates,” he spoke to Marcel.
“Ah, very good. Gabriel, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Camille Chamberlin. Camille, this is a friend of mine, Gabriel Quinn. He’s the CEO of Quinn Hotels.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.I could do this.
“Nice to meet you, Gabriel,” I spoke without a smile in my French accent as I extended my hand.
Placing his hand in mine, he looked down and then back up at me. His eyes told me he felt something.
“The pleasure is all mine, Camille.” He brought my hand up to his lips.
Jerk. Does he always kiss the hand of a female he meets for the first time?
I pulled my hand away and set it on my lap. The sensation that ripped through my body as his lips touched me was too much. All the while he and Marcel talked, he kept looking at me. He was alone, which made me happy because I didn’t think I could bear seeing him with another woman. He turned his attention to me and began asking me all sorts of questions.Fuck.He was suspicious. I could see it in his eyes.
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Gabriel
Marcel’s girlfriend was beautiful. Too beautiful for the likes of him. Something about her wasn’t sitting right with me. I couldn’t put my finger on it. A jolt of lightning soared through me the moment I touched her hand. Just like—I began to ask her questions, hoping she’d slip up somehow and I’d know for sure. Thaddeus walked over and took the seat next to mine. Marcel introduced Camille to him. I waited for her to smile. She wouldn’t because she knew if she did, I would know for sure it was her.Fuck.I felt it. There was definitely a strong connection when I touched her. I swallowed hard at the thought. There had only been one woman in my life I felt that connection with and it was with Kate. I kept an eye on her during dinner, and every time she looked at me, she quickly looked away. Music started to play; a variety of jazz and blues. The dance floor opened, and Marcel took Camille by the hand and escorted her to the middle of the ballroom. I leaned back in my chair and watched them while I sipped on my drink.
“Damn. Marcel’s girlfriend is fucking hot,” Thaddeus spoke.
“She certainly is beautiful.”
“Beautiful and French. What more could a man ask for.” He smirked.
It was the middle of the song, so I finished off my drink and headed to the dance floor.
“May I cut in?” I asked Marcel.
“Of course.” He nodded.
I wrapped one arm around her waist and held her other hand in mine. She stared over my shoulder.
“You’re a very beautiful woman, Camille.”
“Thank you,” she spoke.
“Too beautiful for the likes of Marcel.”
A small smile crossed her plump lips but quickly disappeared once she realized what she had done. It was Kate. My grip around her waist tightened as I pulled her closer to me.
“What the hell are you doing, Kate?” I whispered in a stern voice.
Not a word escaped her mouth.
“I asked you a question. Do you want me to cause a scene? Because I fucking will, and then when Marcel comes to your rescue, I’ll flatten his scrawny ass right here in front of everyone.”
“Really, Gabriel?” she whispered in her normal voice. “Two respectable CEOs going at it in the middle of a fundraiser for children. The press would have a field day.”
“I’ll ask you one last time. What are you doing with him? Was this your plan all along? Were the two of you in cahoots before we even met?”
“Oh my god, no!” she voiced loudly.
“Shh. Keep it down. Do you want to draw attention to us?”
“Leave me alone, Gabriel. I have a job to do.”
