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“Well, Zoe, there’s something you should know about me,” he says in his deep raspy voice, he gets onto his knees and looks up at me from the ground, “I always finish what I start.” The air crackles between us.
“I’m sure changing tires isn’t in your job description.” I smile, grateful for his kindness. “You would be surprised what’s in my job description.” Fucking…. is fucking in your job description because I’m quite positive you would excel at it.
“The night is young. Don’t go home, Princess Zoe.” He leans in through the window so that he’s waist deep into our car and grabs my face, “We didn’t even kiss yet.” He smiles cheekily.
I’m shocked to silence, is this really happening? He grabs a handful of my hair and kisses me.
In one sharp movement he grabs me, spins me around and pushes me up against the kitchen counter. “Put your hands on the counter and spread your legs.”
He’s asking for permission to play this game. I nod.
“I’ll use these as evidence.” “Evidence of what?” “Evidence that you came like a fucking truck for me.”
Who am I kidding? There was no love making, we fucked like the strangers we are.
He booked five restaurants so I could choose. He’s a thoughtful god.
You never regret the things that you do, only the things that you didn’t.”
“Go back to your desk and get to work.” “No.” “Do. As. I. say,” he growls. “No.” “Do not tell me no!” He’s about to go into cardiac arrest. “You work for me, not the other way around.”
“I’m not your plaything, Gabriel,” I say as I pull my hand from his grip. “But I am your toy to play with.” He smirks. “Only too happy to donate my body to science.”
