Gabriella
“W
ill you be okay?” Theodore asks standing in my doorway the next day around one in the afternoon, having slept in late with me. It’s a cloudy day, the overcast giving me a slight headache, but I keep the smile on my face. I hate that he’s leaving. I hate that he’ll be in Los Angeles for a few days, and more so after what happened last night.
“I’ll be fine. Promise.” Standing on the tips of my toes, I lay a small kiss on his chin. It’s the only place I can reach, and I also like the way his nose flares at the act. How he takes in a sharp intake of air while that muscled chest expands with a deep inhale. “Now, get out. I have things to do.”
“You do?”
“I do.”
“Like what?” he asks, wrapping his arms around me to keep me in place. Theodore’s fast, yanking me against his chest before my next blink, and I find myself giggling up at his proud expression. “What could possibly have you kicking me out instead of being upset that I’ll be gone?”
“Paying bills, setting up a meeting with the lawyer you have taking a look at my copyright case, and I need to make a quick trip to the art supply store across town because my usual place is a no go.”
“That is a lot on your plate.” His lips press in for a quick kiss on my forehead. “Want Tero to come give you a hand? He won’t mind.”
“No.”
“What about his wife, Meera?”
“Don’t know her, and again, no.” At my refusal his lips part, a rebuttal on the tip of his tongue, and I shake my head, placing a single finger over his mouth. “Trust me, Theo, I have so much to do that I’ll be extremely busy for days. I’m already behind as is on the paintings.”
“I love it when you call me Theo.” My cheeks heat up a bit under his intense stare, the darkening of his irises sexy. “Say it again.”
“No.” At my refusal, his fingertips dig in a bit, and the playful move right over a ticklish area makes me giggle and his smirk widens. Almost predator-like. “Stop.”
“Say it.”
“No.”
“Final chance.” Those same fingertips begin to tap along my skin slowly while growing in intensity before they attack without mercy and I’m left squirming, trying to push away, but his strong hold doesn’t allow an inch of separation between his body and mine. “Say it. Say it, and I’ll stop.”
“Theo!” I yell out, my eyes watering.
“Good girl,” he says, chuckling, but then the amusement dies, and his face turns grim. “I’ll be back in forty-eight hours, Gabriella.” His sad/grumpy expression is cute, and I have this sudden urge to bite him. I don’t, but it’s there. I’ve nicknamed him, and now I’m thinking of sinking my teeth into him. What is he turning me into? “Your meeting with the lawyer is set up to coincide with my return. I’ll be driving you to and from, so be ready by three.”
“Is this a command?”
“More like my way of asking you out on a romantic date.”
“How so?” I’m trying to act put off, but the smile on my face is a dead giveaway to the butterflies in my stomach. “First, a meeting with a lawyer is not proper date etiquette. And two, I was never informed of this.”
“Consider this your formal invitation and it would be right after the lawyer.”
“What if I say no?”
He rolls his eyes at my raised brow. “Then it’s a command. Be ready for me.”
“I’ll have you—” his lips on mine kill the rest of my response. The kiss is quick and passionate, and I’m left panting when he pulls back much too soon, dragging his teeth over my lip before releasing.
“What were you saying?”
“See you in two days.”
“Two days, beautiful.” Those amber eyes leave my face and travel down my body and up again, pausing at my wrist. “I love your new charm, by the way.”
“New charm?”
“Take a look.”
Theodore walks down my front porch while I’m busy staring at the jeweled crown on my wrist. It’s white gold with black onyx stones surrounding the bottom half with two letters engraved inside. A giant T & G with the numbers 10:04 next to it. It’s beautiful and makes me smile and I’m wondering when Theo had a chance to pin it there.
Must’ve been while I was sleeping. And what does the 10:04 mean?
He’s too good to be true.
He’s going to ruin me.
Bill.
Bill.
Super-saving flyer from a grocery store.
