When he gets off the phone, I frown. “Also, I’ll obviously need to go home and get my stuff.”.
Gabriel shakes his head. “No, you don’t.”
I roll my eyes. “Christ, are you going to buy me a whole new wardrobe too? Is it French maid outfitsand lingerie from here on out?”
Gabriel’s lip curves sinfully. “Don’t give me any ideas.”
Heat flashes in my core, but before I have the chance to retort, a tall, beefy man dressed in all blackand absolutely covered with tattoos enters the room. The new arrival either doesn’t notice the bundlesof cash all over the floor or does a good job of pretending not to.
Gabriel dismisses me with a wave of his hand, as though he wasn’t just flirting with me the secondbefore. I hate how he does that—switches between hot and cold so easily.
Anyway, it’s late, and
