Page 11 of The Boss and the Adoption Mess
"Good evening, Miss."
"Good evening," I reply.
Meanwhile, Gabriel walks around the limo and opens the door on the other side before getting in and giving the driver his instructions: "To the apartment." Gabriel closes the door and presses a button on the glowing blue panel next to him.
"Very well, Sir," the driver responds as the partition rises, giving us our privacy. The passenger area of the limo is so spacious that two or three people could comfortably sit on the opposite side as well.
I immediately notice the car’s pleasant scent, which is similar to Gabriel’s. I look over at him and examine his posture closely until I feel the alcohol starting to kick in. A warm rush washes over me, and the next moment the car takes off. I’m gently pushed into the seat, but my head starts spinning. At this moment, I’m glad Chloe cut the whiskey; otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have even made it to the car. But there is one good thing: I’m braver and feel much more determined to enjoy thisevening. Yes, alcohol does lower your inhibitions, I discover that again and again.
I give Gabriel a flirtatious glance as I continue to watch him. I simply like everything about him. His smile, a mixture of pride, dominance, and the will to conquer. His posture, which tells me that he’ll have healthy muscles beneath his perfectly fitted suit. His gaze, which gets a sweet taste of what’s about to end up in his bed—and: his hands. I’ve rarely seen a man with such beautiful hands. The gold watch flashes from under his sleeve on his wrist every now and then. I usually find gold watches ostentatious, but it suits him perfectly. Manicured fingernails, the bones and tendons that adorn his hands, and the firm grip on my thigh cause the next wave of heat to rush through my body.
No more words are needed, just his smile, which makes me turn to him and simply sit on his lap. The limo moves comfortably through central London, so I have no doubt that I’ll arrive safely at my destination.
The gentle rocking even brings a smile or two to our lips before he wraps his hands around my hips, then my neck, so he can pull me closer to him. A smile is followed by a broad grin, until he simply kisses me hungrily, and I let myself be led by his guidance. The alcohol makes me braver than usual.
Maybe he feels the same way?
No, a man like him does what he wants. He also takes what he wants. And today, I am what he wants. I smile into our kiss while his hands wander over my body. He strokes my neck longingly, down my sides to my hips, as if he wants to explore everythinghe can get his hands on. A foretaste of what awaits him tonight. Like a rehearsal dinner before the big celebration.
Oh, how I would love to delve into his world of thoughts and find out what’s going on inside him.
I know: anticipation is the greatest joy. Living in ignorance can be exciting, but I’m still curious. Very much so.
I can certainly count on him liking what he’s feeling and tasting, otherwise he’d probably just stop.
But Gabriel doesn’t stop; he gets more intense. Of course, I also want to tease him a little, and I’m not stingy with my circular hip movements to make it clear to him what I want. Tonight, it won’t just be about kissing.
Nope. Certainly won’t.
Chapter 2
Gabriel
The evening before...
A man needs luck.
And my luck tonight landed right in my lap. Total chance that I ended up in the Midnight Lounge when I’d actually planned on going to the Millionaires and Gentlemen’s Club. After all, Cornelius Grey himself had invited me there. But in the end, I wasn’t feeling it andfigured I’dtry my luck here instead.
Jackpot.
Girls as pretty and natural-looking as her don’t show up often in London. She’s got something delicate, tender and fragile about her that hooked me right away. But she’s also let slip once or twice that there’s more going on behind that sweet facade than she wants me to see. Maybe she’ll show me when we get to my place.
What was her name again? Oh yeah—Kimberley.
“You smell so good,” she purrs against my neck while my lips trail along her throat. She presses her hips into mine, eager as hell. Looks like someone can’t wait.
“We’re almost at my place,” I tell her with a big grin. A few nice words, some good cologne, and she’s all mine. That’s all it takes to pull a woman into my arms.
I keep her in check, slow Kim down when she gets too wild. A car isn’t the spot to give her a few hours of fun.
When we pull up to my apartment—the one I use forundisturbed nights like this—I help her out of the limo. Her steps wobble, her cheeks are hot and flushed. Look like someone can’t hold her liquor...
Then again, she had two whiskeys. And with that tiny frame...
“You alright?” I ask as we step into the lobby. The doorman nods to me respectfully.
“Good evening, Sir,” he says. I nod back and hit the elevator button while Kim clings to my arm. She giggles and looks up at me. Without heels, she’s probably tiny next to me.
