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looks of him, he needs a good woman to cook for him. Grace…don't you have a sister?"
Oh. Damn. Asshole. "Yes I do, Gerald. But you know she's happily married with two kids."
"Yes…you're right. And how is your daughter? She in college now?"
I could feel Michael's eyes on me as I focused on Gerald and imagined the death of a thousand burps on him. "She's loving college. Just started her second year."
"She's a beautiful girl, Michael. Too bad she's too young for you. Just as pretty as her mother used to be."
Ouch.
Just…fucking ouch .
"I'm afraid you have me all wrong, Gerald. And you have Grace wrong as well." Michael picked up his wine and I chanced a look at him. "I think Grace is beautiful as she is. Age doesn't make a woman less desirable. It only makes them more experienced." He sipped his wine, his eyes on me.
What… What did he say?
Kyle nudged me under the table. I nudged him back. He wanted to know what that comment meant. So did I. He pushed back from the table. "How about that cheesecake? And Michael can make the coffee?"
"Why don't you and Gerald settle into the living room," Michael said as he pushed back from the table. "Grace can get the cheecsecake and I can make the coffee. That way if I mess it up, she can help me?"
It was a bold request to make, especially after the comment he'd made seconds earlier. I glanced at Gerald who didn't seem to be getting the innuendoes flying about. Probably because his stomach was zapping his brain. He nodded as he stood and then proceeded Kyle into the living room.
I grabbed a few dishes and stepped into the kitchen as Michael brought his plate in and as well as Gerald's. He set them on the sink and then opened the box and pulled the press out. If he'd used it earlier, then he'd professionally cleaned it because it looked new.
As I moved to the freezer he reached out and took my hand. I looked back at him and felt a weight under his intense blue gaze. When he spoke, his voice was little more than a whisper. "Kyle's gay."
I panicked and despite my attraction and nervousness, put my other hand against his lips. "Sshh…don't say that. Gerald can't know that."
He smiled beneath my fingers and gently pulled my hand away from his mouth—but he didn't let go of either of my hands. "You've been his beard since he's worked for the company?"
"I've been his beard since I've known him." I kept my voice low as I was aware we were standing between the island and the sink, less than a few inches from each other, with my hands in his hands. "We've been best friends a long time."
"Now it makes sense." He nodded to the press. "Make you a deal. You help me make the coffee and I won't say anything."
"But…I thought you had Mary teach you?"
"Mary was only interested in getting into my pants. Once I figured that out I took her home. And it's important to impress Gerald Almondrode. Important for me, and for Kyle. So…deal?"
I stared into those beautiful blue eyes. No one's eyes should be that color. It wasn't fair. I looked down his nose to his lips, so perfectly proportioned. "Deal."
I couldn't believe how relieved I suddenly felt, knowing that he knew that I was Kyle's beard, and me knowing that he and Mary hadn't slept together. "Michael…you have to let go of me."
"Only if I can kiss you."
Wait….what?
My ears closed up at that moment as my vision tunneled on him. Me…he wanted to kiss…me? He still had hold of my hands. I know I had that deer-in-the-headlights look as I stumbled at what to say. "I…"
But he didn't ask again as he lowered his head and pressed his lips against mine.
"Grace?"
Kyle's voice shattered that perfect moment as I remembered where I was, who I was, and what I was supposed to be doing. Michael and I pulled back from each other as if shocked. But it was too late—Kyle had already seen the lip lock. And my knees were in danger of collapsing.
"Oh hey
Oh. Damn. Asshole. "Yes I do, Gerald. But you know she's happily married with two kids."
"Yes…you're right. And how is your daughter? She in college now?"
I could feel Michael's eyes on me as I focused on Gerald and imagined the death of a thousand burps on him. "She's loving college. Just started her second year."
"She's a beautiful girl, Michael. Too bad she's too young for you. Just as pretty as her mother used to be."
Ouch.
Just…fucking ouch .
"I'm afraid you have me all wrong, Gerald. And you have Grace wrong as well." Michael picked up his wine and I chanced a look at him. "I think Grace is beautiful as she is. Age doesn't make a woman less desirable. It only makes them more experienced." He sipped his wine, his eyes on me.
What… What did he say?
Kyle nudged me under the table. I nudged him back. He wanted to know what that comment meant. So did I. He pushed back from the table. "How about that cheesecake? And Michael can make the coffee?"
"Why don't you and Gerald settle into the living room," Michael said as he pushed back from the table. "Grace can get the cheecsecake and I can make the coffee. That way if I mess it up, she can help me?"
It was a bold request to make, especially after the comment he'd made seconds earlier. I glanced at Gerald who didn't seem to be getting the innuendoes flying about. Probably because his stomach was zapping his brain. He nodded as he stood and then proceeded Kyle into the living room.
I grabbed a few dishes and stepped into the kitchen as Michael brought his plate in and as well as Gerald's. He set them on the sink and then opened the box and pulled the press out. If he'd used it earlier, then he'd professionally cleaned it because it looked new.
As I moved to the freezer he reached out and took my hand. I looked back at him and felt a weight under his intense blue gaze. When he spoke, his voice was little more than a whisper. "Kyle's gay."
I panicked and despite my attraction and nervousness, put my other hand against his lips. "Sshh…don't say that. Gerald can't know that."
He smiled beneath my fingers and gently pulled my hand away from his mouth—but he didn't let go of either of my hands. "You've been his beard since he's worked for the company?"
"I've been his beard since I've known him." I kept my voice low as I was aware we were standing between the island and the sink, less than a few inches from each other, with my hands in his hands. "We've been best friends a long time."
"Now it makes sense." He nodded to the press. "Make you a deal. You help me make the coffee and I won't say anything."
"But…I thought you had Mary teach you?"
"Mary was only interested in getting into my pants. Once I figured that out I took her home. And it's important to impress Gerald Almondrode. Important for me, and for Kyle. So…deal?"
I stared into those beautiful blue eyes. No one's eyes should be that color. It wasn't fair. I looked down his nose to his lips, so perfectly proportioned. "Deal."
I couldn't believe how relieved I suddenly felt, knowing that he knew that I was Kyle's beard, and me knowing that he and Mary hadn't slept together. "Michael…you have to let go of me."
"Only if I can kiss you."
Wait….what?
My ears closed up at that moment as my vision tunneled on him. Me…he wanted to kiss…me? He still had hold of my hands. I know I had that deer-in-the-headlights look as I stumbled at what to say. "I…"
But he didn't ask again as he lowered his head and pressed his lips against mine.
"Grace?"
Kyle's voice shattered that perfect moment as I remembered where I was, who I was, and what I was supposed to be doing. Michael and I pulled back from each other as if shocked. But it was too late—Kyle had already seen the lip lock. And my knees were in danger of collapsing.
"Oh hey
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