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bathroom to shower. Her body felt peculiar; bruised and tender, still buzzing from the aftermath of pleasure so intense that just the memory of it made her burn all over again. She bit her lip hard, tears welling in her eyes. In Gabriel’s arms she was a different woman. Everything else - everything - disappeared and she became his lover again, nothing more, a willing participant to every delicious act. Her lack of control made her hot with mortification because it seemed to prove that she would never be anything more than one of Gabriel Ortega’s women, a position she had honestly believed she had left behind years ago.
The idea of facing those knowing dark eyes was suddenly unbearable and Rhianna flung the covers aside and stood up, hesitating a little as she realized that her legs felt like they made of cotton wool. Ignoring the sensation, she dragged her clothing on with shaking hands as she listened to the sound of the water running in the bathroom. There was a moment of blind panic when she couldn’t locate one of her shoes but she discovered it beneath the bed. Grabbing her coat and bag, Rhianna cast one last look towards the crumpled bed sheets before heading out the door and walking swiftly towards the lift. He would follow her as soon as he realized she had gone and her head buzzed with half made plans.
What should she do and where could she go?
It was pointless to hope that, now he’d bedded her again, that he would be satisfied. She knew him better than that.
Stabbing her finger on the lift button, Rhianna was relieved when it arrived almost immediately. She needed to get back to Grady’s as quickly as possible. Her thoughts stalled for a moment as she caught sight of herself in the mirrored wall of the elevator. Her lips looked swollen, hardly surprising when she considered how much Gabriel had used them. Her silvery hair was disheveled, face still slightly flushed. She looked exactly what she was; like a woman who had just left her lover’s bed. Digging into her handbag, Rhianna found and small brush and dragged it ruthlessly through her hair, trying to restore order. She needed to find a taxi and go home. And from there...
Rhianna frowned, thinking hard. She had no choice but to take Dylan and disappear, if only for a week or two. She knew that Jenny would put them both up for awhile and perhaps Rhianna could take her friend up on her offer of that holiday in Byron Bay for a couple of weeks. Under the circumstances, Grady would have to go along with it. He could certainly be relied on not to tell Gabriel anything of her whereabouts. All she needed was to buy some time. There was no saying how long Gabriel was in Australia for but surely he would have family commitments, something that would force him home soon. Rhianna gave a bitter smile, thinking about his wife. What would this unknown woman be thinking? Even Spanish wives, often so tolerant of their husband’s arrangements, would find a prolonged absence unacceptable. The Spanish felt very strongly about family, which was why, Rhianna reflected miserably, Gabriel had ended their relationship in the first place.
The doorman found her taxi immediately and Rhianna considered what she had to do as they drove along the busy streets. It was early evening now and the journey seemed to take forever. Rhianna comforted herself with the knowledge that, if she was stuck in traffic, Gabriel would be also. As soon as she was home she would pack a bag for herself and for Dylan and they would go and beg for a couple of beds at Jenny’s. If Jenny wasn’t home then Rhianna resolved to spend the night in a motel somewhere. She refused to think of anything but the immediate future. Circumstance - and Gabriel - had left her no choice but to disappear for a time. Two incredible hours of Gabriel’s lovemaking had convinced her as nothing else could that, if she wanted any chance of severing their relationship and keeping Dylan away from his father, then she could
The idea of facing those knowing dark eyes was suddenly unbearable and Rhianna flung the covers aside and stood up, hesitating a little as she realized that her legs felt like they made of cotton wool. Ignoring the sensation, she dragged her clothing on with shaking hands as she listened to the sound of the water running in the bathroom. There was a moment of blind panic when she couldn’t locate one of her shoes but she discovered it beneath the bed. Grabbing her coat and bag, Rhianna cast one last look towards the crumpled bed sheets before heading out the door and walking swiftly towards the lift. He would follow her as soon as he realized she had gone and her head buzzed with half made plans.
What should she do and where could she go?
It was pointless to hope that, now he’d bedded her again, that he would be satisfied. She knew him better than that.
Stabbing her finger on the lift button, Rhianna was relieved when it arrived almost immediately. She needed to get back to Grady’s as quickly as possible. Her thoughts stalled for a moment as she caught sight of herself in the mirrored wall of the elevator. Her lips looked swollen, hardly surprising when she considered how much Gabriel had used them. Her silvery hair was disheveled, face still slightly flushed. She looked exactly what she was; like a woman who had just left her lover’s bed. Digging into her handbag, Rhianna found and small brush and dragged it ruthlessly through her hair, trying to restore order. She needed to find a taxi and go home. And from there...
Rhianna frowned, thinking hard. She had no choice but to take Dylan and disappear, if only for a week or two. She knew that Jenny would put them both up for awhile and perhaps Rhianna could take her friend up on her offer of that holiday in Byron Bay for a couple of weeks. Under the circumstances, Grady would have to go along with it. He could certainly be relied on not to tell Gabriel anything of her whereabouts. All she needed was to buy some time. There was no saying how long Gabriel was in Australia for but surely he would have family commitments, something that would force him home soon. Rhianna gave a bitter smile, thinking about his wife. What would this unknown woman be thinking? Even Spanish wives, often so tolerant of their husband’s arrangements, would find a prolonged absence unacceptable. The Spanish felt very strongly about family, which was why, Rhianna reflected miserably, Gabriel had ended their relationship in the first place.
The doorman found her taxi immediately and Rhianna considered what she had to do as they drove along the busy streets. It was early evening now and the journey seemed to take forever. Rhianna comforted herself with the knowledge that, if she was stuck in traffic, Gabriel would be also. As soon as she was home she would pack a bag for herself and for Dylan and they would go and beg for a couple of beds at Jenny’s. If Jenny wasn’t home then Rhianna resolved to spend the night in a motel somewhere. She refused to think of anything but the immediate future. Circumstance - and Gabriel - had left her no choice but to disappear for a time. Two incredible hours of Gabriel’s lovemaking had convinced her as nothing else could that, if she wanted any chance of severing their relationship and keeping Dylan away from his father, then she could
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