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No—better. The entire night. Monday and Tuesday I won’t be at the office, and Kim has those days off as well to finish moving into my place. She has plenty on her plate: giving notice on herapartment, changing her registration, handling all the small but necessary details.
"Could she stay until Tuesday?" I ask him.
"Of course. At the hotel again?"
"No, I have an apartment in the city." I text him the address. "Sunday. 10 PM. She should wait for me in the lobby in case I'm late."
"Got it," he answers.
After our Italy trip, I'll need someone like Caroline to get through the following week. Because I only need to turn my gaze to the side, and I can already see her sitting next to me. Those long legs in flesh-colored pantyhose simply look incredibly good. Plus, that wild red hair that falls loosely over her shoulders. All day long, she's worn a strict bun - only one lock of hair at her forehead kept falling out. The black pencil skirt emphasizes her delicate figure, and the red blouse says: I'm ready for anything.
I can't get enough of looking at her. Kimberley is a feast for the eyes. An absolute dream woman.
I wonder if she still tastes as good...
Still feels as good...
My gaze wanders over her body, up to her red cheeks. Wait. Why are her cheeks flushed?
I look back at my phone. Did she notice that I was staring at her?
Chapter 19
Kimberley
His glancing is so obvious anyone would notice. If the driver wasn’t distracted, even he’d pick up on it. I try to focus on texting with my mom—later I’m gonna call her and tell her and Dad about my new job—but I can’t stop noticing Gabriel watching me.
He stares. At my legs. My boobs. My hands. Then my face.
My heart starts racing again because his behavior throws me off. He just had that gorgeous woman last night. That redhead with the full lips, the kind of woman I’d call my “upgrade.”
Her hair was thicker, her lips fuller and more feminine. She even had that look in her eyes that impressed even me, and I’m a woman. Bigger breasts, slimmer waist. Whatever I compare, she wins. She radiated elegance. Sex appeal. Just… more of everything.
Wasn’t it enough for Gabriel to have her last night? They definitely didn’t just talk. Not if he was so out of it he forgot his watch.
She got what I missed out on. And oh, how bitterly I regret falling asleep. I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to block out the thought of him still looking at me. By the time I glance over, he should be staring out the window.
I open my eyes again and look at him. Our gazes meet, briefly. He gives me a small smile before finally turning his head toward the London streets sliding past. We’ll be at the daycare soon to pick up Rosie. Soon we won’t be alone.
Maybe… maybe he regrets not having me.
Maybe he thought he’d try a redhead once and since I wasn’t available, he settled for her, to avoid messing up whatever we have. After all, he’s my boss. And there’s a contract between us.
Or maybe it was just coincidence. That woman and I don’t have much in common. Her chest is bigger, her whole presence completely different. Just the hair color. And the freckles. That’s all.
Yeah, it must’ve been coincidence.
Coincidence. Nothing more.
We reach the daycare and walk in together. Rosie comes running toward us, bursting with excitement:
“We went on a trip to the woods today! We collected leaves. And sticks!”
Of course. For a city kid, that’s a big adventure. I kneel down to her level while Gabriel stays standing beside me, smiling at the scene.
“That’s wonderful! Show me,” I say, genuinely impressed, while all around us other kids are being picked up by parents, grandparents, or relatives. The teachers are busy, but the small groups keep it manageable.
Rosie proudly holds up her little wicker basket filled with her small treasures. “Aren’t the colors amazing? First the leaves are green, then they turn yellow, red, or even purple. So pretty, right?”
