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didn’t
have a chance to talk to her like I wanted to because she left
early.”
“So what’s your plan? To
get her alone again?”
“I don’t have a plan. I’m
here on business.”
Padma
grumbled.
“I’m here for a shoot,”
Dilvan repeated.
“I hope you are, because
if you bother her, you know Tyson will be at your throat. This
time, it’s going to be more than a bloody nose.”
Dilvan looked confused.
How had she known about the fight between himself and Tyson? Then
it dawned on him – his big mouth brothers.
“Don’t look surprised,
Dilvan. I know everything, and I’m telling you for your own
good...leave Gabrielle alone.”
Dilvan stood up and
kissed his mother on the cheek. “I’ll see you
tomorrow.”
Chapter 13
~ * ~
Around 9:00 p.m., Gabrielle changed into a T-shirt and a pair of
shorts, then headed to the pool. Had she thought about it, she
would’ve packed a swimsuit, but her current getup would have to
suffice.
With her hair up in a
high ponytail, she entered the shallow end of the pool. The
lukewarm water felt good to her legs as she descended to deeper
depths, towards the six feet end of the pool. She stopped when the
water came up to her neck, not wanting to get her hair
wet.
Besides the trickles of
water from her own movement, she didn’t hear much else because no
one was in the pool this time of night. Only her. And the water
felt therapeutic to her body. The sound of it relaxed her. She
closed her eyes, inhaled a deep breath and released it
slowly.
When she opened her eyes,
she saw him, Dilvan, standing at the door. He swiped his key card
to get in the pool room and Gabrielle sighed. Her tranquil evening
alone in the pool was short lived.
Gosh, not this
again...
She watched him walk in.
He only had on a pair of swim shorts – shorts that looked good
enough to rock at a Nautica photo shoot somewhere on a beach in
Miami. With a smooth-shaven chest, he showed off his cast iron
pecks and rippled abs. As he walked towards the pool, Gabrielle
also noticed his sculpted thighs. He’d apparently stepped up his
workouts.
He dived into the deeper
end of the pool, went under and swam near her. He emerged from
underneath the water, shook excess water from his hair and smiled
at her.
Gabrielle sighed again.
She didn’t want a run-in with Dilvan. Not tonight. Not any night,
but here he was, all up in her face like they were ex-lovers who
remained close friends after a relationship hadn’t worked out. They
weren’t anything of the sort. “Dilvan, what are you doing
here?”
“Swimming,” he responded,
right before taking another plunge, swimming to the deeper end of
the pool again and heading back towards her.
“That’s not what I meant,”
she said when he came up out of the water again.
Dilvan raised his thick,
wet brows and said, “Then what did you mean,
Gabrielle?”
Gabrielle frowned. He was
playing mind games with her. That was his specialty. “I mean, what
are you doing here in Chicago?”
“Work. I have a shoot
tomorrow,” he said, looking at her lips, then at the frown that
grew in her forehead. “Why are you frowning?”
“No reason,” Gabrielle
said, deciding to beat him at his own game. She slowly walked back
to the shallow end of the pool.
“Running away again,” his
voice said, echoing off the water behind her.
Gabrielle’s heart raced
when she heard him swaying about, moving closer behind her. She
inhaled a thick smell of chlorine and his cologne then wished she
would’ve stayed put in her room.
She turned to meet his
gaze and said, “I’m not running.”
“Then can we talk for a
minute?”
“And just what do you want
to talk about?”
“Us.”
“Us?” she asked, lifting a
brow. “Perhaps you’ve been inhaling too much of this chlorine,
Dilvan, because there is no us.”
He smirked. “I never knew
you to have a sense of humor. I like it.”
“Goodbye, Dilvan,” she
said, continuing for the steps.
“I think there is
an us
have a chance to talk to her like I wanted to because she left
early.”
“So what’s your plan? To
get her alone again?”
“I don’t have a plan. I’m
here on business.”
Padma
grumbled.
“I’m here for a shoot,”
Dilvan repeated.
“I hope you are, because
if you bother her, you know Tyson will be at your throat. This
time, it’s going to be more than a bloody nose.”
Dilvan looked confused.
How had she known about the fight between himself and Tyson? Then
it dawned on him – his big mouth brothers.
“Don’t look surprised,
Dilvan. I know everything, and I’m telling you for your own
good...leave Gabrielle alone.”
Dilvan stood up and
kissed his mother on the cheek. “I’ll see you
tomorrow.”
Chapter 13
~ * ~
Around 9:00 p.m., Gabrielle changed into a T-shirt and a pair of
shorts, then headed to the pool. Had she thought about it, she
would’ve packed a swimsuit, but her current getup would have to
suffice.
With her hair up in a
high ponytail, she entered the shallow end of the pool. The
lukewarm water felt good to her legs as she descended to deeper
depths, towards the six feet end of the pool. She stopped when the
water came up to her neck, not wanting to get her hair
wet.
Besides the trickles of
water from her own movement, she didn’t hear much else because no
one was in the pool this time of night. Only her. And the water
felt therapeutic to her body. The sound of it relaxed her. She
closed her eyes, inhaled a deep breath and released it
slowly.
When she opened her eyes,
she saw him, Dilvan, standing at the door. He swiped his key card
to get in the pool room and Gabrielle sighed. Her tranquil evening
alone in the pool was short lived.
Gosh, not this
again...
She watched him walk in.
He only had on a pair of swim shorts – shorts that looked good
enough to rock at a Nautica photo shoot somewhere on a beach in
Miami. With a smooth-shaven chest, he showed off his cast iron
pecks and rippled abs. As he walked towards the pool, Gabrielle
also noticed his sculpted thighs. He’d apparently stepped up his
workouts.
He dived into the deeper
end of the pool, went under and swam near her. He emerged from
underneath the water, shook excess water from his hair and smiled
at her.
Gabrielle sighed again.
She didn’t want a run-in with Dilvan. Not tonight. Not any night,
but here he was, all up in her face like they were ex-lovers who
remained close friends after a relationship hadn’t worked out. They
weren’t anything of the sort. “Dilvan, what are you doing
here?”
“Swimming,” he responded,
right before taking another plunge, swimming to the deeper end of
the pool again and heading back towards her.
“That’s not what I meant,”
she said when he came up out of the water again.
Dilvan raised his thick,
wet brows and said, “Then what did you mean,
Gabrielle?”
Gabrielle frowned. He was
playing mind games with her. That was his specialty. “I mean, what
are you doing here in Chicago?”
“Work. I have a shoot
tomorrow,” he said, looking at her lips, then at the frown that
grew in her forehead. “Why are you frowning?”
“No reason,” Gabrielle
said, deciding to beat him at his own game. She slowly walked back
to the shallow end of the pool.
“Running away again,” his
voice said, echoing off the water behind her.
Gabrielle’s heart raced
when she heard him swaying about, moving closer behind her. She
inhaled a thick smell of chlorine and his cologne then wished she
would’ve stayed put in her room.
She turned to meet his
gaze and said, “I’m not running.”
“Then can we talk for a
minute?”
“And just what do you want
to talk about?”
“Us.”
“Us?” she asked, lifting a
brow. “Perhaps you’ve been inhaling too much of this chlorine,
Dilvan, because there is no us.”
He smirked. “I never knew
you to have a sense of humor. I like it.”
“Goodbye, Dilvan,” she
said, continuing for the steps.
“I think there is
an us
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