that cool Tucci’s obsession? Or did he want Gianna regardless? Gabe set up the coffeepot, then headed back into his office and thought about what his next step would be.
Gianna took the card Gabe gave Theresa with his business address on it and called the office number. “LaMotta Investments,” a cheerful feminine voice answered.
Gianna held the phone in her hand, her heart wildly pumping blood through her veins. For a minute, she wanted to hang up, wondering who she was trying to kid. Gabe might take her up on her offer, but that would be it. Once, maybe twice, then she’d leave him the box of condoms she was going to pick up along the way.
“Hello?” the woman’s voice said, now aggravated.
“Hi, um, is Mr. LaMotta in today?”
“He is. Would you like an appointment?”
“Um, yes. Does he have one this morning? Say around ten?”
“Let me check. He has an eleven thirty, but he likes to break for lunch promptly at noon. If you can conduct your business in that time, I can get you in.”
Gianna smiled. Maybe she’d convince him to have her for lunch.
“Eleven-thirty is perfect.”
“Your name?”
Gianna froze. She couldn’t tell her her real name. “Angela Dickenson.”
“And what can I say this is regarding?”
“A prime piece of real estate in the Tenderloin.”
“Okay, we’ll see you at eleven-thirty.”
Gianna slowly hung up the phone and smiled. She had plenty of time to condom shop and, she decided, to talk herself out of going.
Gianna hadn’t talked herself out of going to visit Gabe. At eleven twenty-five, she found herself standing front of his office building. After several long minutes, she pushed open the heavy glass and chrome doors, walked to the elevator, and pushed the button for the fourth floor. She stared straight ahead, her coat wrapped tightly around her. The cool air from the street had followed her in and wisped up to her warm nether parts. She shivered when she thought of Gabe’s mouth there. She closed her eyes and moaned, grateful she was alone in the car. She felt deliciously naughty. So much was her anticipation that she felt her body moisten between her legs. Lord, what if she made a mess?
As she pushed open the door to suit 417, Gianna smiled at the pert little blonde behind the desk. Instantly suspicion rose. Not that she had a right, but her natural female possessiveness grabbed her. If Gabe was her boyfriend, she’d worry for sure, but he wasn’t. And despite that fact, jealousy gnawed at her belly.
“I’m Miss Dickenson. I have an eleven-thirty with Mr. LaMotta.”
The blonde sized Gianna up before she forced a smile. “One moment please.”
A minute later, Gianna was escorted into a decent-sized office. She smiled. The office had a more than adequate desktop. It would give her great pleasure to spread herself on it and let Gabe do naughty things to her. He stood facing the big window, talking on the phone, his back to her.
Gianna smiled and wondered what his reaction would be if she pressed herself against him, and ran her nails down his back.
“All right, Gordo, but make sure you’re available tonight. And you owe me big time.” Gabe pushed the END button of his cell phone. He did not sound amused.
“Gabe. Miss Dickenson is here to see you,” the blonde said from beside Gianna.
Gabe turned around. Gianna had to give him credit. Surprise flashed across his eyes so quickly she wondered if she really saw it. He nodded to his secretary. “Thank you, Donna.”
When Donna closed the door behind her, Gianna turned and locked it. She turned around, her back against the door, her hands behind her, and smiled at Gabe, who stood too big and too handsome in front of the huge window.
“Good morning, Mr. LaMotta,” Gianna softly said.
He grinned. “Good morning, Miss Dickenson.”
Gianna smiled and pushed off the door. She moved slowly toward him, her hands still behind her back. “You can call me Angie.”
Gabe’s grin widened.
Gianna took the card Gabe gave Theresa with his business address on it and called the office number. “LaMotta Investments,” a cheerful feminine voice answered.
Gianna held the phone in her hand, her heart wildly pumping blood through her veins. For a minute, she wanted to hang up, wondering who she was trying to kid. Gabe might take her up on her offer, but that would be it. Once, maybe twice, then she’d leave him the box of condoms she was going to pick up along the way.
“Hello?” the woman’s voice said, now aggravated.
“Hi, um, is Mr. LaMotta in today?”
“He is. Would you like an appointment?”
“Um, yes. Does he have one this morning? Say around ten?”
“Let me check. He has an eleven thirty, but he likes to break for lunch promptly at noon. If you can conduct your business in that time, I can get you in.”
Gianna smiled. Maybe she’d convince him to have her for lunch.
“Eleven-thirty is perfect.”
“Your name?”
Gianna froze. She couldn’t tell her her real name. “Angela Dickenson.”
“And what can I say this is regarding?”
“A prime piece of real estate in the Tenderloin.”
“Okay, we’ll see you at eleven-thirty.”
Gianna slowly hung up the phone and smiled. She had plenty of time to condom shop and, she decided, to talk herself out of going.
Gianna hadn’t talked herself out of going to visit Gabe. At eleven twenty-five, she found herself standing front of his office building. After several long minutes, she pushed open the heavy glass and chrome doors, walked to the elevator, and pushed the button for the fourth floor. She stared straight ahead, her coat wrapped tightly around her. The cool air from the street had followed her in and wisped up to her warm nether parts. She shivered when she thought of Gabe’s mouth there. She closed her eyes and moaned, grateful she was alone in the car. She felt deliciously naughty. So much was her anticipation that she felt her body moisten between her legs. Lord, what if she made a mess?
As she pushed open the door to suit 417, Gianna smiled at the pert little blonde behind the desk. Instantly suspicion rose. Not that she had a right, but her natural female possessiveness grabbed her. If Gabe was her boyfriend, she’d worry for sure, but he wasn’t. And despite that fact, jealousy gnawed at her belly.
“I’m Miss Dickenson. I have an eleven-thirty with Mr. LaMotta.”
The blonde sized Gianna up before she forced a smile. “One moment please.”
A minute later, Gianna was escorted into a decent-sized office. She smiled. The office had a more than adequate desktop. It would give her great pleasure to spread herself on it and let Gabe do naughty things to her. He stood facing the big window, talking on the phone, his back to her.
Gianna smiled and wondered what his reaction would be if she pressed herself against him, and ran her nails down his back.
“All right, Gordo, but make sure you’re available tonight. And you owe me big time.” Gabe pushed the END button of his cell phone. He did not sound amused.
“Gabe. Miss Dickenson is here to see you,” the blonde said from beside Gianna.
Gabe turned around. Gianna had to give him credit. Surprise flashed across his eyes so quickly she wondered if she really saw it. He nodded to his secretary. “Thank you, Donna.”
When Donna closed the door behind her, Gianna turned and locked it. She turned around, her back against the door, her hands behind her, and smiled at Gabe, who stood too big and too handsome in front of the huge window.
“Good morning, Mr. LaMotta,” Gianna softly said.
He grinned. “Good morning, Miss Dickenson.”
Gianna smiled and pushed off the door. She moved slowly toward him, her hands still behind her back. “You can call me Angie.”
Gabe’s grin widened.
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