you’re fooling. The heat in Cole’s eyes when he looked at you nearly set off the fire alarms.”
“We’re friends. We go way back,” she said, not wanting to share a single detail with anyone. She wanted to keep the memories deep inside her, where she could savor them in their entirety.
Victoria huffed. “Yeah, well I want a friend like that.”
The bell over the door jangled once again. “That’s my three o’clock,” Gemma said. “Will you see to it that the guys get what they need?”
Victoria arched a playful brow. “Oh yeah. I’d be happy to give them anything they need.”
Grinning, Gemma left the back shelter and went off to finish her afternoon appointments. By the time she was done, the guys had left and she was sorry she hadn’t gotten a chance to speak with them. She was curious to see if they’d had any success.
Knowing it was quitting time and Victoria and her other staff had already left, Gemma made her way to the front lobby. Danielle was just arriving as she reached for her purse.
“You’re a bit early,” Gemma said to her night assistant.
Danielle frowned. “There’s a storm moving in and I wanted to get here before it hit.” She glanced out the front window. Worry darkened her brown eyes when she turned back to Gemma. “They’re calling for thunder and lightning.”
Gemma nibbled her lower lip, and considered the animals. “Maybe I should stay.”
“I got this, Gemma. You’ve been here all day and need to go home to rest.”
“Okay, but if you need me you’ll call, right?”
“I will.”
Gemma stepped outside and listened to the lock click in place as Danielle locked up behind her. Once she reached the sidewalk, she glanced at the overcast sky. Heavy clouds threatened, and she hugged herself. There was no denying she hated thunderstorms as much as the animals in her shelter did. She hurried home, and when she reached her stoop, she spotted a package on her front doorstep. She glanced around. Who could have left her a parcel?
As cool mist fell over her body, she gathered the package and rushed inside. Stallone greeted her at the door. Before she could tear into the paper, she had to take him for a walk. She hurried back out the door, but when the rain started picking up Stallone looked up at her, his big brown eyes conveying without words how much he hated storms. She rushed him to the park where he could do his business in a hurry. Once finished, they raced back home before the skies opened up.
Inside, she fed and watered him, then turned her attention to the package. She flipped it over in her hands, but there was no return address or any markings to indicate where it had come from. Having no idea who would have left something on her doorstep, she tore into the brown paper and couldn’t help but laugh at what she found inside. Big. Oversized. Granny. Panties. So this was what Cole had in mind when he said he’d replace the ones he’d ripped.
She held one pair up in her hand to examine them, then padded to her window. She inched open her curtains and spotted Cole watching her. From her distance, not to mention the fact that he was standing in the shadows, she couldn’t make out his features. She did, however, suspect he was standing there with that familiar grin on his face, one that said he’d won the battle. Okay, she’d give him this one, but she still had every intention of winning the war and getting him back into her bed again. She laughed again, loving that youthful, playful side she hadn’t seen in so long.
She twirled the panties around her finger as a mischievous idea bounced around inside her brain. Deciding she would wear his gift and little else, she tore off her pants and thong and stepped into the huge pair of panties, drawing them up until they nearly doubled as a bra.
Turning from the window and making the decision to carry on as she always would, she caught her reflection in the living room mirror and cringed. Now how was that for
“We’re friends. We go way back,” she said, not wanting to share a single detail with anyone. She wanted to keep the memories deep inside her, where she could savor them in their entirety.
Victoria huffed. “Yeah, well I want a friend like that.”
The bell over the door jangled once again. “That’s my three o’clock,” Gemma said. “Will you see to it that the guys get what they need?”
Victoria arched a playful brow. “Oh yeah. I’d be happy to give them anything they need.”
Grinning, Gemma left the back shelter and went off to finish her afternoon appointments. By the time she was done, the guys had left and she was sorry she hadn’t gotten a chance to speak with them. She was curious to see if they’d had any success.
Knowing it was quitting time and Victoria and her other staff had already left, Gemma made her way to the front lobby. Danielle was just arriving as she reached for her purse.
“You’re a bit early,” Gemma said to her night assistant.
Danielle frowned. “There’s a storm moving in and I wanted to get here before it hit.” She glanced out the front window. Worry darkened her brown eyes when she turned back to Gemma. “They’re calling for thunder and lightning.”
Gemma nibbled her lower lip, and considered the animals. “Maybe I should stay.”
“I got this, Gemma. You’ve been here all day and need to go home to rest.”
“Okay, but if you need me you’ll call, right?”
“I will.”
Gemma stepped outside and listened to the lock click in place as Danielle locked up behind her. Once she reached the sidewalk, she glanced at the overcast sky. Heavy clouds threatened, and she hugged herself. There was no denying she hated thunderstorms as much as the animals in her shelter did. She hurried home, and when she reached her stoop, she spotted a package on her front doorstep. She glanced around. Who could have left her a parcel?
As cool mist fell over her body, she gathered the package and rushed inside. Stallone greeted her at the door. Before she could tear into the paper, she had to take him for a walk. She hurried back out the door, but when the rain started picking up Stallone looked up at her, his big brown eyes conveying without words how much he hated storms. She rushed him to the park where he could do his business in a hurry. Once finished, they raced back home before the skies opened up.
Inside, she fed and watered him, then turned her attention to the package. She flipped it over in her hands, but there was no return address or any markings to indicate where it had come from. Having no idea who would have left something on her doorstep, she tore into the brown paper and couldn’t help but laugh at what she found inside. Big. Oversized. Granny. Panties. So this was what Cole had in mind when he said he’d replace the ones he’d ripped.
She held one pair up in her hand to examine them, then padded to her window. She inched open her curtains and spotted Cole watching her. From her distance, not to mention the fact that he was standing in the shadows, she couldn’t make out his features. She did, however, suspect he was standing there with that familiar grin on his face, one that said he’d won the battle. Okay, she’d give him this one, but she still had every intention of winning the war and getting him back into her bed again. She laughed again, loving that youthful, playful side she hadn’t seen in so long.
She twirled the panties around her finger as a mischievous idea bounced around inside her brain. Deciding she would wear his gift and little else, she tore off her pants and thong and stepped into the huge pair of panties, drawing them up until they nearly doubled as a bra.
Turning from the window and making the decision to carry on as she always would, she caught her reflection in the living room mirror and cringed. Now how was that for
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