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Breathtaking didn’t begin to do Gemma West justice.
She needed to sit down. It didn’t matter that she was already sitting down; she needed to do it again. Better yet, she needed to lie down. Under the table, maybe.
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god im so in love with gemma already
Fair? Oh, Jesus. If Tansy still believed the universe gave a single fuck about what was fair, she was in for a rude awakening.
“I just paid you a compliment and you ask me if I’m drunk? I think the words you’re looking for are Thank you, Gemma. I’d be delighted to marry you.”
HELP?????
okay damn!!!!!!
Tansy liked her comfort zone. It was, well, comfortable.
real
do try to get outside today, Tansy. All this time spent buried under these books has you looking a little pale.”
Trauma, while terrible, is fantastic for bonding.”
“The day I meet someone who doesn’t want something from me is the day I’ll know hell froze over.”
“How much?” “How—how much?” Gemma nodded. “How much money would you like?” She said it as if the sky was the limit.
“You’re going to write me a check, just like that?” “I don’t see why not. You need money; I have money. I need a wife”—Gemma gestured to Tansy with a sweep of the hand holding the checkbook—“and there you are.” Right time, right place, apparently.
“Six, um, million.” Gemma didn’t even bat an eye. “You got it.” And just like that she wrote out the check. “There.” She signed it with a flourish.
“What about a prenup?” “Unnecessary.” Gemma waved her off, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. “Unnecessary? Aren’t you worried I’ll—I’ll—” “Take half my money?” Gemma shrugged, completely blasé. “You’re welcome to it.”
she's RICH rich
“Begging’s only fun if everyone’s on board.” She couldn’t imagine ever being on board with begging of any— Oh. Tansy’s face flamed, and Gemma’s smile broadened. She cleared her throat, shoving down those thoughts.
“Nobody’s gonna know.” Rochelle and Gemma exchanged a look. “They’re gonna know.” “How would they know?” Teddy frowned.
i think i need to go touch some grass
So she found Tansy intriguing. Big whoop. There was a difference between tempting and tempted.
Gemma wasn’t looking for love, and Tansy Adams wasn’t about to—to sway Gemma’s resolve.
“When I asked you what you’ve been up to I was expecting you to tell me you took up crochet or—or found a new show to binge. Not that you were freaking engaged.”
You had a Pinterest board for your wedding before Pinterest was even a thing.”
I mean, you’re beautiful and have a great sense of humor and are moderately well-adjusted.”
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“Hey, Tansy?” “Hmm?” “You have nice shoulders.” Gemma’s eyes danced over Tansy’s exposed collarbone, lingering on her décolletage. “You should show ’em off more often.”
oh god
Gemma (2:19 p.m.): Is there a reason I just received an invitation to my own engagement party to be held at my family’s estate?
I wanted to let you know I took the liberty of reaching out to Olivia Grant on your behalf.”
omg olivia hii!!!!!!
“You can’t be serious. What in God’s name would possess you to get married at a courthouse?”
“I was thinking.” “Oh, the horror.”
My insurance has a heck of a co-pay.” “We’ll get you on my plan. I’ve got dental and vision.” Tansy whistled. “You know what? Maybe we should get courthouse married. Tomorrow.
“I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think anyone would believe that either of us was waiting for marriage.” “You’re saying that ship already left the harbor, hmm?” “And made a few transatlantic voyages, yeah.”
So you want us to have a wedding wedding? With a cake and . . . I don’t know, cake?”
I was talking about that negligee you had on the other night. The bias cut was beautiful on you. Very . . . flattering.
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“It is nice to hear that I’m your type.” “Shut up,”
She was pretty sure Tansy would look beautiful wearing a trash bag, but she refrained from saying that.
God help her if she ever had the pleasure of tracing the southward spread of Tansy’s flush. If she ever got to put her mouth on parts of Tansy other than her lips. She just might lose her mind.
“ID and invitation, please.” “I’m Gemma. I’m one of the brides.” “ID and invitation, please,” he repeated.
“It’s not too much, is it?” “I like it,” Gemma clarified, eyes dancing over Tansy’s exposed shoulders, gaze caressing her delicate collarbone. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly bone-dry. “I told you that you have nice shoulders.” “Why do you think I wore this?” Tansy said, a smile flirting at the edges of her lips. Well, well, well.
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This was starting to feel like a pattern, the world falling away each time she and Tansy kissed.
“I want to talk about you.” “Me?” “No, the other you in the room,”
“Have you been thinking dirty thoughts, Tansy?” She swallowed hard, breath catching in the back of her throat. “I read a lot. I guess you could say I’ve got an active imagination.”
“You don’t believe me?” Gemma reached out, prying Tansy’s lip from between her teeth, running her thumb along it, making her shiver. “Maybe I should prove it to you. Get down on my knees like I promised. I could show you just how desirable you are.” The
“The things I want to do to you, the power you could wield over me, Tansy. You have no idea. I’d worship you, if you’d let me.”
He knew that she knew that he knew . . .
Gemma was a one-woman kind of girl.
In order to love someone, you need to know them. Know them at their best and their worst.
if Tansy wanted her to make up for it, Gemma would be more than happy to get down on her knees. Pick up where they had left off in the library.
“Your engagement isn’t the only big change you’ve faced in the last few months,” Ronnie said. “What with your grandfather’s death.” Tact, thy name was not Ronnie.
Tansy looked so beautiful that Gemma—Gemma ached.
Oh God, Gemma sounded fond. She sounded fond because she was fond.
Are people right to be pissed that my grandfather named me his successor? Maybe. I’d tell you to take it up with him, but unfortunately, he’s dead.”
When it came to Tansy, she wanted lots of things, thanking her being only one of many.
