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When Gemma Charles smiles at you, rest assured you’re fucked.
boss babe
They think it’s a slur when they refer to me as a castrating bitch, but all it says to me is that they’ve finally realized I’m not someone to fuck with. I was someone who was fucked with a lot, once upon a time. It won’t happen again.
“You bring up my dick an awful lot.” His eyes fall to my mouth, and that traitorous devil inside me likes it. “I wonder if that means something.” For a moment I’m picturing him and it—together, obviously—and I’m so winded by the idea it takes a solid two seconds for my mean mouth to make a recovery. “I have always had a soft spot for the small and the weak,” I reply.
I hang up, and Ben turns to me. “So who’s the lucky sixty-nine-year-old?” I roll my eyes. “Your dad.” He smirks. “My dad is dead.”
“That,” I reply, “would explain why he’s been so pleasantly quiet in bed.”
Instead, she simply tells me my room is ready. I will, apparently, not need to share a bed or somehow accidentally brush up against his erection. It feels a little anti-climactic if I’m being honest.
disappointed.
His gaze—startled, then predatory—starts at my face and finishes at my shoes, where it remains for a long, long moment.
he loves those shoes
His hands slide through my hair, gripping it tight, and then his mouth is on mine.
YEAHH
Beg.
oh my god
“I made a mistake. I admitted it. I’ve apologized until I’m blue in the face. But you are hell bent on seeing the worst in me no matter what.”
talk ur shit
I flew across the country and drove over an hour, only to see you. I’m heading to my room. #312. The door is unlocked.
“Gemma, I’m doing exactly what I’ve wanted to do for two fucking years.”
need his pov
“I have to go,” I tell him. “But thanks.” He laughs but the sound is muted and unhappy. “I can’t believe you just thanked me,” he says, running a hand over his face. “Get back in bed.” But I’m already pulling up my shorts as I walk away. “I’ve really got to go,” I tell him, practically running from the room.
girl u r gonna break this mans heart
“Why don’t we go to dinner?”
CUTIE PIE
“Then it would be pretty bizarre that you go get it on the three days you eat lunch. Salad with feta and hummus and grilled chicken.”
god hes so obsessed with her i love it
I’ve been hiding under the covers for the two years since Ben arrived.
“I want to be someone you trust enough to invite home, Gemma. And I’m willing to wait for it.”
“I just don’t get it. I mean, I know it’s not going anywhere. He knows it’s not going anywhere. The
babe i dont think he knows that
I refuse to let Mr. Maybe-I-Wanted-to-Get-to-Know-You think I’m trying to seduce him. That ship has sailed.
no it hasnt and u know it
“You drink two cups of coffee every morning, always with milk, not cream, and a ridiculous amount of sugar. You’ll eat an acai bowl at any hour of the day, and you’re the only person alive who prefers strawberries to donuts, which is why I’ve been buying them for staff meetings for the past year.”
“I don’t know, Mom,” he says. “I don’t even get to see them for two weeks.” His voice cracks on that last word, this big man with all his money and power.
thats so sad oh my god
“Do you really think for a second I wouldn’t rather be with you?”
giggling and kicking my feet
His nostrils flare. “Were. You. On. A. Fucking. Date?” I shove my hands into the pockets of my cardigan. “Would it matter?” His mouth falls open, his breathing uneven. “Yes, it fucking matters.”
girl ur gonna break his heart
I love him. I love him so fucking much it terrifies me.
“Say hello to our first name partner in two decades, who will be leaving next month to head up the San Francisco office with our newest junior partner, Craig Stanley.”
oh my god. THAT FUCKER
Gemma, this is fucking ridiculous.
EXCUSE ME ??????
“This can’t be a surprise to you. I’ve been in love with you for two years straight. You were the only reason I interviewed there in the first place.”
oh my god
“It’s exactly like my Pinterest board.” “Yeah,”
oh my god.
“I have waited for you, Gemma Charles, for two years. Every day of two fucking years. You don’t really think I’m letting you go after all that?”
