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I cringe at her and she sticks out her tongue. The only person I know that can speak Spanish as well as her is Chase.

“Hello?”

“Evening, gorgeous,” I smile at his newest endearment. Kitten went the way of the wind, thank God. Wasn’t fond of that one. Babycakes came and went. Baby and Gorgeous seem to have stuck. I’m not complaining.

“Evening. What’s up?” I ask.

“I texted you, but you didn’t answer so I figured I’d call your land line. I have to jet off to Toronto this evening. One of my sky rises that’s being built had a tragic accident. Apparently one of the crewman didn’t secure himself to the scaffolding and fell off. He died instantly. I need to deal with the architect, the foreman, the insurance companies, pretty much everyone involved with the incident, not to mention I want to say a few words to the family.”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry to hear that. Did you know him?” I ask solemnly.

“Know who?” he asks. I hear him shuffling papers and moving around in the background. His breath is labored like he just finished exercising. He must be pulling his things together to leave now.

“The man who died?” I ask.

“Oh, no. I employ around fifty thousand or so people, Gillian. I only personally know the heads of my companies and some of the key executives.”

Wow, I guess that makes sense. Then it hits me, fifty thousand people? Holy hell that’s a lot of people counting on him and the success of his businesses. I usually joke about him running his empire but he really does have a lot on his plate.

“Makes sense. Go, don’t worry about me. I’m not leaving for New York for a couple days.”

“That’s why I called. One of my jets will be ready to take you and Mr. Jefferson to New York on Thursday morning. Jack will pick you up at the airport. He’ll drop off Mr. Jefferson at his hotel and then he’ll bring you to me.” The sentence is laced with desire and want, making my heart pound and the space between my thighs moisten.

“Is that right? He’ll bring me to you?” I try to put as much sex in my tone as possible.

He growls seductively. “Yes, he will bringmy womanto me.“ He emphasizes.

“Two days is a long time to wait,” I warn. It’s been months since we’ve spent a night apart. I’m not sure if I remember what it’s like to sleep alone. I’m pretty sure I’m in full pout mode because Maria is in the background making the duck symbol with her hand then mouthing “que.”

“But it will be worth the wait. And Gillian?”

“Yes, Chase,” I answer a little out of breath and squirming in my seat excited about meeting up with my lover in a new city but also aching to be in his arms.

“Don’t be wearing any panties. I plan on fucking you the second you arrive.”

Desire streaks down my body and settles at my center. I can’t speak. Visions of exactly what he’ll do to me when I see him flutter in quick pornographic images across my mind. I try to shake them off, to pay attention to his words but am unsuccessful. God I wish he were here now.

“Until then gorgeous, remember the rule.” His voice is gruff and strained. “Your pleasure is mine. Don’t touch yourself,” he warns. I practically come from that request alone. Jesus he knows how to play me until I’m weeping with desire.

“And what if I do? What if I can’t help myself?” I ask boldly.

“I’ll know, and I won’t be happy.” His tone is unyielding.

“I won’t,” I mutter quickly. I want him happy at all times, in all things.

“Goodnight, Baby,” he says and hangs up.

I fan myself and put the phone back into the receiver. Maria studies me and I take a huge swallow of the chilled wine, hoping it will help the internal fire raging deep inside. Two whole days without the feel of him, waking up near his warm, naked body. I sigh and mentally berate myself. What am I doing? I’m freaking myself out. I can handle this. It’s two freakin’ days, for crying out loud.

“What’s the matterCara Bonita?” Maria asks and Tom looks concerned.

“Chase has to fly out to Toronto. A crewman working on one of his buildings fell to his death today.” Maria gasps and Tom puts his hands on her shoulders instinctively. The movement does not go unnoticed. He’s totally and completely in love with her. I wonder if she is in love with him. Hmmm. Looks like we need some girl time. “I know, it’s sad. He’ll meet me in New York though on Thursday. So you’ll have to put up with me here for a couple more days,” I laugh.

“Chica, esta es tu casa…your home. If we want to be alone to bump uglies we can go to his house.” She points her thumb over her shoulder at Tom, who starts laughing at her unique way of referring to having sex.

“Thanks, girl. Now what’s for dinner?” I ask knowing she rarely cooks.

She looks pointedly at me. “I don’t know, what is for dinner?” I roll my eyes.

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