Book 1 - Page 33 (2/2)
”Good afternoon, Miss Tramell.”
”Hi, Scott.”
Gideon gave him a curt nod. ”Hold my calls.”
”Yes, of course.”
I entered Gideon's expansive office, my gaze drifting to the sofa where he'd first touched me intimately.
Lunch was arranged on the bar - two plates covered in metal salvers.
”Can I take your purse?” he asked.
I looked at him, saw he'd taken off his jacket and slung it over his arm. He stood there in his tailored slacks and vest, his s.h.i.+rt and tie both a pristine white, his hair dark and thick around his breathtaking face, his eyes a wild and dazzling blue. In a word, he amazed me. I couldn't believe I'd made love to such a gorgeous man.
But then, it hadn't meant the same thing to him.
”Eva?”
”You're beautiful, Gideon.” The words fell out of my mouth without conscious thought.
His brows lifted; then a softness came into his eyes. ”I'm glad you like what you see.”
I handed him my purse and moved away, needing the s.p.a.ce. He hung his coat and my purse on the coatrack, then moved to the bar.
I crossed my arms. ”Let's just get this over with. I don't want to see you anymore.”
Chapter 8
Gideon shoved a hand through his hair and exhaled harshly. ”You don't mean that.”
I was suddenly very tired, exhausted from fighting with myself over him. ”I really do. You and me...it was a mistake.”
His jaw tightened. ”It wasn't. The way I handled it afterward was the mistake.”
I stared at him, startled by the fierceness of his denial. ”I wasn't talking about the s.e.x, Gideon. I'm talking about my agreeing to this crazy strangers-with-benefits deal between us. I knew it was all wrong from the beginning. I should've listened to my instincts.”
”Do you want to be with me, Eva?”
”No. That's what - ”
”Not like we discussed at the bar. More than that.”
My heart started to pound. ”What are you talking about?”
”Everything.” He left the bar and came closer. ”I want to be with you.”
”You didn't seem like you did Sat.u.r.day.” My arms tightened around my middle.
”I was...reeling.”
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