“What?”
“Pun.Books.Nevermind.”Zander walked away, and when I turned to Mason, he was still grinning.
“Just be careful, buddy.”He slapped my back.“Sleeping with the enemy is a hell of an aphrodisiac, but it comes back to bite you in the ass.”
That had me thinking for the rest of the day.
I was sure that wasn’t the case with Gemma and me.Until she stepped out of the damn town car in those black pants.
My dick wasn’t done.
But she was giving away nothing.Even when I knew, without a shadow of doubt, I was the first guy to stick his cock into her since her husband was killed.It seems to have meant nothing.
I have to give it to her; she is drawing me in.
No woman has ever done that.
And it’s a reminder that Zander’s comments on Friday stand.Gemma is not the kind of woman you fuck and leave.Nor am I the right man for her.
One day she will seek out a new husband.I won’t be on her dance card.Especially after I take the next steps in my business plan for Open Leaf.
There is no love story here.
Gemma Ford will soon despise me.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
GEMMA
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Istep out of the elevatorand smooth my hands over my black dress as I head toward the hotel restaurant.
It has been a whirlwind day visiting both the Atlanta and Chicago stores.I phoned Zoe before I came downstairs to say goodnight and can’t wait to get home.I hate leaving her, but I knew these trips would be required.It was one of the key reasons OCP needed me.
It’s the first Dufort Hotel I’ve stayed at, and the rooms are lovely.I wanted to pour a bubble bath and order room service, but we’re having a team dinner.