Mad for You Page 8

  Gabriel’s plea humbled me. I reached out, needing to touch him. My fingers sunk into his wide shoulders. “All right.”

  “Thank you,” he whispered as he pulled me to him in a bone-crushing hug. I hugged him back just as tightly. I didn’t want to leave the safety and security of his arms. I wanted to stay wrapped up in Gabriel forever.

  Slow down. You’re falling too fast.

  His scent intoxicated me. I desired him. Lust pulsed thick, seducing me into sliding my hand past his jacket and down his side.

  Gabriel inhaled sharply. His lips kissed my ear before he whispered, “You’re so sweet, Emma, you know that?”

  I shivered when he bit down on my earlobe.

  The limo came to a stop, interrupting Gabriel from possibly doing bad things to me. He reluctantly let go of me. His fingers smoothed the fabric trailing from my shoulder. “I got something for you.”

  “Really?” I smiled tremulously, dizzy and in such longing for him that I nearly begged for him to take me home instead. “You already got me so much.”

  “Guilty.” Gabriel reached into his jacket and pulled out a slender clutch. “I know it’s small, but I’m sure you’ll want to bring some important things with you.”

  I accepted it with a shy nod. I don’t know why, but this felt more intimate than anything he’d done so far tonight. “Thank you, Gabriel. I’ll put my ID in here and some lipstick.”

  “The lipstick is already in there. Minnette sent it along.”

  “That’s very thoughtful of her and you.”

  Gabriel raised his one well-formed brow and preened. “I try.”

  I had enough time to transfer my essentials from my purse into the silver satin clutch before the door opened. An attendant in a scarlet vest stood by, waiting for us to exit.

  “Shall we, my dear?”

  “Can I just leave my stuff here?”

  “Of course.”

  “It won’t get stolen?”

  “No one steals from me, Emma.” Gabriel’s gaze glittered with dark amusement. A dangerous demon looked at me for a moment before the smiling angel returned.

  I’d swear it was my imagination if I hadn’t made the demon’s acquaintance seven years before.

  “I’m ready to go, Sir.”

  Gabriel’s slow smile did delightful things to my body. “I’m glad I ran into you today, Emma. Fate is wonderful, isn’t she?”

  I ducked my head, feeling incredibly shy all of a sudden. He laughed and slid out, all long-legged grace, before holding out his hand for me. I took it and squeezed.

  I’d forgotten how wonderful it was to be with you.

  Gabriel tucked my arm through his. He kept his pace slow to match my mincing steps. “Are there going to be cameras?”

  “Perhaps a few.”

  “Oh.”

  “Don’t worry, Emma. Just smile at me as if you can’t live without me and you’ll take a perfect picture.”

  “Ha! You wish.”

  “I do.”

  A rush of conversation hit my ears as soon as we entered the atrium. It was a soaring affair, the kind covered in marble and glass. Lovely, sterile, and packed with people strolling about with vacant smiles.

  Check-in was a breeze. We were greeted with effusive cries of “It’s so nice to see you here tonight, Mr. Gordon!”

  Gabriel clasped several pairs of hands as he went down the line. His smile never dimmed. He was gregarious and beautiful in slow motion. I wondered how sore his jaw was bound to be after tonight’s pleasantries. Mine already ached. Maybe I didn’t smile enough.

  “A picture, Mr. Gordon.”

  He maneuvered us into place. Gabriel’s arm looped around my waist. The large camera staring at us made it felt like Picture Day in school—which I never liked. My lips curled into a stretched smile.

  Gabriel called out “A moment please.” He leaned down and whispered, “That will never do, my dear.”

  “What?”

  “I know that fake smile and I refuse to have it in our first official picture.”

  “I can’t help how I smile, Gabriel. Take it or leave it.”

  “I’m sure I can change that.” He signaled to the photographer. “We’re ready.” To me he said, “Look forward, Emma, and say ‘cheese’.”

  I turned my head back to the photographer. Staring at the camera lens, my body tensed as the imaginary countdown began. Just as the shot went off, Gabriel tickled my side. I burst out into laughter.

  “Done! Thank you, Mr. Gordon.”

  I spun around in his hold. “That was a dirty trick, Gabriel!”

  “And an effective one,” he added, smug over getting his way. “I’m going to get a copy and put it on my desk. Every time I think of you in your cubicle-cage, I’ll be able to look up and see your smile.”

  “You’re a bad man,” I accused heatedly but with a playful smile.

  “Yes, I am, but I try to be sweeter just for you. How’s it working so far?”

  I slid him a look from beneath my thick, artificial lashes. “Pretty well I guess.”

  “Good enough for me.” Gabriel threaded our fingers together. “Don’t let go, Emma, or you’re liable to get stepped on.”

  I had no argument with that. Gabriel stopped several times, cheerfully introducing me without prompting. I got the feeling he was showing me off, but instantly felt absurd for thinking it.

  You show off a poodle, not a human being.

  Showed what I knew.

  “Hello, Cason. This is my charming friend Emma.”

  Handshake. Handshake. Obligatory comment of how beautiful I looked. Gaze flying above my head to communicate silently with my date. As if Gabriel was responsible for my acquired beauty. Well, I guess tonight he was.

  “Murray, how are you? Good to hear. This gorgeous girl is Emma.”

  Handshake. Handshake. More secret communication.

  “Drayton! Great, thank you. Rick has us down for an 11:00 am tee-time next Wednesday. This lovely little lady is Emma.”

  Apparently I was a series of pet names to identify myself as a pretty adornment on his arm. Gabriel seemed oblivious until he wasn’t.

  “You probably feel like a doll, don’t you?” he asked while keeping an eye on approaching newcomers.

  “More like a poodle.”

  “Hmm, we can’t have that, can we?”

  Another introduction appeared, keeping me from saying anything caustic in return. I might bitch to Gabriel, but it would only be in front of him. Never anyone else. I pasted on my grin and prepared to be introduced as another string of words that all ended with me being pretty.

  “Markus! Good, good. Me? I’m fantastic! I’m lucky enough to be the date of the incredibly clever, ridiculously talented, phenomenal Emma Adams.”

  This time my smile was genuine.

  After running the gamut, we finally had some time for ourselves. Gabriel created a pocket of space for us by a column. He sheltered me from the crowd by placing his body between me and it.

  “What do you think so far?”

  “It’s nice.”

  Gabriel plucked a champagne goblet from a passing tray. He handed it to me. “Grandmothers are nice. Flowers are nice. So let me ask again. What do you think so far?”

  “It’s a different experience.”

  “You’re prevaricating, Emma.”

  I didn’t really care for the taste of alcohol but took a sip to buy some time. If I really told Gabriel the truth that I didn’t like the crowds or noise, he’d rightfully feel I was an ungrateful person. I didn’t want that but he obviously didn’t care for my hedging. What to do?

  “I like being here with you.” My truthful answer pleased him if the crinkling in the corners of his eyes was any indication.

  “Nice sidestep there. I’ll take it.”

  I smiled, feeling absurdly thrilled that I’d made him happy. “Do you go to these things often?”

  “All the time.”

  “I guess it keeps you busy.”

/>   “Yes, you’ll get plenty of practice to get used to them just like I have.”

  I felt myself beaming like a fool. God, this man had me in his palm! “How do you figure?”

  “Well, now that I’ve come here with you, I can’t imagine going to another one without you. It will simply be impossible. Sorry, Emma, but that’s just how it is.”

  “Impossible. Really?”

  “I wouldn’t lie to you, would I?” His impish grin made me think of a child crossing his fingers behind his back. “So how about it? I’ll buy you a dress for every occasion.”

  Had he already forgotten our little struggle from earlier? “Mmm, we’ll see.”

  “Too ambiguous. How about this, Emma? Why don’t I hire you and then you’ll get to choose where we go?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Why are you so fixated in having me work for you?”

  He took my champagne flute and took a leisurely sip from it. “Why are you so fixated in denying me?”

  “I’m not fixated. I just happen to like where I work.”

  Gabriel nodded, mouth twisted into an adorable pout. “Yes, but my company is better. For one, the cubicles are much, much larger. It’s at least the size of two, three of yours.”

  “Are we really back on that again? The cubicle sizes are industry standard and I’m still not convinced you know how big yours are. How much time do you actually spend in one?”

  “Fine. I provide better benefits.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  “You don’t know that I don’t.”

  I took my glass back from him. “Tell me true, Gabriel. Why should go work for you?”

  “Because I’ll get to see you everyday.”

  I don’t have to explain how wonderful those words were to my ear. Gabriel was entirely too charming for his own good because I came really close to believing him.

  “You could see me everyday now.”

  “Yes, but it’s not the same.”

  “How come?”

  “I can only see you during lunch.”

  “Free time is typically during lunch and after work.”

  “Yes, but only because I’m not the owner and boss of you.”

  “Rephrase that for me please.”

  “If I must but I’d rather not.”

  “Thank you.”

  “If you work for me, you could have free time whenever you wanted.”

  “Then I really wouldn’t be working, would I? I’d only be pretend working.”

  “Very well. Then you could be paid to sit in my office. It’s a comfortable office, Emma. You’d like it. Plenty of windows and bookshelves filled from top to bottom with books. And not just for show either.”

  “That does sound nice.”

  “So when will you start?”

  “I didn’t say I would.” I really shouldn’t encourage Gabriel, but it was so much fun. “Now, in what capacity would I operate in your office? As your assistant?”

  “I already have Rick. No, you would be my muse.”

  “Why would you need a muse?”

  “Why is the sky blue? The grass green? It just is. Emma Adams is my muse and you should be employed as such.”

  “What does a muse do?”

  “Whatever she wishes. Emma, you’d have your own couch and entertainment area. You could spend your whole day in leisure, never having to do anything you don’t want to.” Gabriel smiled brilliantly. “I could talk to you whenever I wanted. We could eat lunch everyday and go out to dinner each night. It would be divine.”

  He captured me against my will. It did sound divine. I saw myself reclining on a crimson fainting couch in his office, draped in something white and airy. My gaze pinned on his fine form, watching him work and do the things that powerful men like him did. Gabriel looked up in my mind’s eye, backlit and perfect hair gleaming like a halo. He crooked a finger at me.

  It was so vivid. I was in trouble.

  “Being your muse wouldn’t go well on my resume, Gabriel.”

  “You wouldn’t need one because I’d never fire you.”

  “I’d be bored lying on a couch all day.”

  “Then it would be my job to entertain you.”

  “And how would you do that while running Gordon Industries?”

  “I’m quite talented, Emma. I could do both.”

  I tapped my chin with one finger, gaze slanted towards the ceiling as if seriously considering his ridiculous offer. “It’s tempting…”

  “Yes?”

  “But I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.”

  Gabriel sighed and shook his head. “Emma, Emma.”

  “Gabriel, Gabriel.”

  “You’re ruthless, you know?”

  “Not ruthless. Determined.”

  “Determined to drive me crazy.” He plucked the flute from my fingers and again took another sip.

  “You know there are servers with champagne, right?”

  “Yes, but that champagne isn’t as good as yours and so I won’t be able to drink it.”

  “What makes it better? Is it the kind of champagne?” I rose on my tip-toes, trying to peer down over the top of the glass to see if there was something I could discern to make it different.

  Gabriel nodded solemnly. “It’s a special blend actually.”

  “Do they save it just for you?”

  “You can say that.”

  “So no one else can drink it?”

  “No.”

  “Well, that’s hardly fair, Gabriel.”

  He shrugged, completely unrepentant. “I don’t like to share.”

  I hummed low in my throat. I wasn’t surprised.

  Gabriel lowered his voice to a confidential tone. “Do you want to know what makes it special?”

  “What is it?” I asked, wide-eyed and curious, still on tip-toe.

  Gabriel crooked his finger. My breath caught in my throat. I wildly wondered if he somehow had special mind-reading abilities.

  “Closer, Emma. Closer.” I leaned into him until the flute was all that kept my body from touching his. “It’s special because it’s yours.”

  My heels sank back down. I couldn’t believe he got me! “You’re so sneaky and spoiled, Gabriel.”

  His eyes lit up with laughter. “Not spoiled enough yet, but I’ll get there. And feel free to hurry that process up along.”

  I smacked him on the arm. “You totally tricked me!”

  “Did not!”

  “Did too!”

  “Did not! It’s a true fact that which belongs to you is naturally better.”

  “Okay. Let’s test it.” I saw a white coated server winding his way near us. I slipped out from behind the column and took a glass when he passed close enough. “Here,” I said when I handed it to Gabriel. “I want to see if your theory works as well as you say it does.”

  He took the glass and held it. After a few moments I reached for it. Gabriel lifted it up out of my reach. “It hasn’t had enough time to mature.”

  “You or the drink?”

  “Ha, ha. The champagne, Emma, the champagne.”

  “You’re holding onto it longer than I held onto mine.”

  “Naturally. I want you to have the best, Emma. Patience, my girl. Patience.”

  I’d long forgotten about the rest of the room as I played with one of the world’s most eligible bachelors. Apparently the world hadn’t forgotten me. Or rather him.

  Just as I was going to make another move for his drink, I heard a soft voice say, “Gabriel, I didn’t expect to find you here.”

  His smile froze. The light in his eyes extinguished. He became a Gabriel copy. “Embry.”

  I looked over his shoulder to see a statuesque blond dressed in white standing there, diamonds flashing around her slim throat and on her delicate wrist.

  I smiled warmly at her in greeting, thinking she was an acquaintance or business associate. The glance she deigned to give me frosted my politeness. I knew the look. Clenched jaw, squared shoulders, and the overly
-bright eyes animating a body that burned in agony. The walking heart-dead, unable to rest out of yearning for this blue-eyed, blond-haired angel.

  Lovely.

  Who says you can’t go home again?

  My pleasure evaporated. I immediately wanted out. I should’ve known better that this was going too well.

  Gabriel gracefully turned around after handing me his champagne glass. “Don’t drink yet, Emma.” His free hand slid to rest on my lower back while his thigh brushed mine. “How are you, Embry?”

  “As can be expected.”

  Brittle didn’t begin to describe the expression on Embry’s patrician features. I suspected the hollows beneath her cheeks were a recent acquirement as were the prominent collarbones.

  Gabriel simple reply didn’t allow for lengthy discussion. “Embry, this is Emma. Emma, this is Embry Milford.”

  Her lips moved, barely uttering a “Hello” before her attention swung higher, back to the man who’d apparently reached inside her chest and taken whatever he found.

  “You’re looking well…Gabriel.”

  Embry’s pause made me wonder if she’d been about to call him a pet name. Either that or asshole.

  Anger burned. I couldn’t believe that this was happening again. Was I so stupid to have believed that Gabriel wasn’t anything more than a smooth-talking womanizer?

  “So trust me for a little bit. Just look at me like a normal man. Please.”

  Did he ask that of me because he knew he’d be seeing her again?

  “I’m glad to see you’re looking well, Embry.”

  She stared him down for a moment before dropping her gaze. “I’ll leave you two to enjoy the rest of your night. Goodbye.”

  Embry moved away, but not nearly far enough for my comfort. My feet decided to remedy the situation. I veered away from the main door. Gabriel walked with me, silent and tense. For once, his glorious smile didn’t make an appearance.

  We left the atrium and entered the darkened dining hall. A small dance floor lay in the center. A lively band encouraged us all to walk on sunshine. I would’ve liked to try it. Too bad tonight wasn’t going to be that kind of night.

  Might as well get this over with.

  I stopped and beckoned for him to come closer so that I wouldn’t have to shout and risk having our conversation overheard. “Who was she?”