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Authors: M. S. Parker, Cassie Wild
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to stay like this forever. Locked together.
I was still panting, sweating when he collapsed down on top of me, his head resting on my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair and closed my eyes as our breathing slowed.
Wayward thoughts trickled through my brain and I found myself thinking things I shouldn’t. I opened my eyes and looked down at the man lying on me, the one whose body was still joined with mine. I’d focus on him.
That was what I needed to do anyway.
Chapter 9
Paper tucked under my arm, coffee in one hand, I fought with the keys and tried to remember which one was for the front door. Edward had left earlier for work and now I was planning to go to the nearest coffee shop where I could drink more coffee and search for another job.
I had my laptop tucked away inside my purse and I planned to bolt my wake-up coffee on the way, then tuck myself in a dark corner with a tall vanilla iced latte and occupy my mind with job hunting. Something that would keep me from thinking about how I'd done another shoot with Flynn, even after that awful encounter at the party. We’d barely spoken two words to each other the entire time, and that had involved setting up for the shoot, managing instead to communicate through a series of gestures and monosyllables. We’d finished up in under two hours and he’d paid me a thousand dollars.
I'd told him not to call me again and he hadn't responded. I suspected he would call me and I wondered if, this time, I’d find the guts to say no. And always, following that was the question that made my stomach twist. Would he show Edward the pictures?
My phone rang, startling me out of my reverie and I ended up dropping my keys, my coffee and my purse. It clattered on the marble floor and I reached for it, heart pounding as I realized how close I'd come to losing my laptop. As I bent, my hip bumped into the table next to me. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it was hard enough to jostle the vase that sat on one end of the table.
In slow motion, I saw it all happening. My phone playing the theme song from Titanic as the elegant piece of crystal toppled over and crashed, straight down on my laptop.
Water and flower petals and pieces of crystal flew everywhere.
I stood there, stunned, while my phone finally went silent. Numb, I picked it up and looked down at the little 'missed call' message on the screen.
No shit.
Tears burned my eyes as I stared at the vase, something that probably cost more than I’d earned in that miserable photoshoot. And I hadn't even looked at my laptop yet.
“Miss Gabriella! Are you okay…I heard something…”
One of the servants came rushing around the corner and she came to a stop at the sight of me. I sniffled and tried not to let the sob burning up in my throat escape.
“You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?” she asked gently.
I turned around and walked over to the steps, dropping down heavily as I stared at the mess I’d made. I'd barely been living here and I'd already started ruining things.
“I crashed into the table and knocked it over.” Even to my own ears, my voice sounded pitiful, like a five year old who’d done something she knew her parents wouldn’t be happy about. “I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s just a vase.” She came closer and after a moment, she sat down next to me. “I can call Mr. Edward.”
“No!” I shouted it so loud she flinched and immediately, I felt like a fool. She was just being kind. “I’m sorry. I…I just feel stupid. I don’t need to bother him.” Slowly, I shifted my eyes over to the vase. Licking my lips, I asked, “Do you know where he bought it?”
“No, I'm sorry.” She shook her head. “He won’t be angry, Miss Gabriella. It was an accident. He’s a nice man, Mr. Edward. He doesn’t get angry over accidents.”
“But I…”
She shook her head again, more emphatically. Then she rose and carefully picked her way through the glass, picking up my bag, my keys, my
I was still panting, sweating when he collapsed down on top of me, his head resting on my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair and closed my eyes as our breathing slowed.
Wayward thoughts trickled through my brain and I found myself thinking things I shouldn’t. I opened my eyes and looked down at the man lying on me, the one whose body was still joined with mine. I’d focus on him.
That was what I needed to do anyway.
Chapter 9
Paper tucked under my arm, coffee in one hand, I fought with the keys and tried to remember which one was for the front door. Edward had left earlier for work and now I was planning to go to the nearest coffee shop where I could drink more coffee and search for another job.
I had my laptop tucked away inside my purse and I planned to bolt my wake-up coffee on the way, then tuck myself in a dark corner with a tall vanilla iced latte and occupy my mind with job hunting. Something that would keep me from thinking about how I'd done another shoot with Flynn, even after that awful encounter at the party. We’d barely spoken two words to each other the entire time, and that had involved setting up for the shoot, managing instead to communicate through a series of gestures and monosyllables. We’d finished up in under two hours and he’d paid me a thousand dollars.
I'd told him not to call me again and he hadn't responded. I suspected he would call me and I wondered if, this time, I’d find the guts to say no. And always, following that was the question that made my stomach twist. Would he show Edward the pictures?
My phone rang, startling me out of my reverie and I ended up dropping my keys, my coffee and my purse. It clattered on the marble floor and I reached for it, heart pounding as I realized how close I'd come to losing my laptop. As I bent, my hip bumped into the table next to me. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it was hard enough to jostle the vase that sat on one end of the table.
In slow motion, I saw it all happening. My phone playing the theme song from Titanic as the elegant piece of crystal toppled over and crashed, straight down on my laptop.
Water and flower petals and pieces of crystal flew everywhere.
I stood there, stunned, while my phone finally went silent. Numb, I picked it up and looked down at the little 'missed call' message on the screen.
No shit.
Tears burned my eyes as I stared at the vase, something that probably cost more than I’d earned in that miserable photoshoot. And I hadn't even looked at my laptop yet.
“Miss Gabriella! Are you okay…I heard something…”
One of the servants came rushing around the corner and she came to a stop at the sight of me. I sniffled and tried not to let the sob burning up in my throat escape.
“You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?” she asked gently.
I turned around and walked over to the steps, dropping down heavily as I stared at the mess I’d made. I'd barely been living here and I'd already started ruining things.
“I crashed into the table and knocked it over.” Even to my own ears, my voice sounded pitiful, like a five year old who’d done something she knew her parents wouldn’t be happy about. “I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s just a vase.” She came closer and after a moment, she sat down next to me. “I can call Mr. Edward.”
“No!” I shouted it so loud she flinched and immediately, I felt like a fool. She was just being kind. “I’m sorry. I…I just feel stupid. I don’t need to bother him.” Slowly, I shifted my eyes over to the vase. Licking my lips, I asked, “Do you know where he bought it?”
“No, I'm sorry.” She shook her head. “He won’t be angry, Miss Gabriella. It was an accident. He’s a nice man, Mr. Edward. He doesn’t get angry over accidents.”
“But I…”
She shook her head again, more emphatically. Then she rose and carefully picked her way through the glass, picking up my bag, my keys, my
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