“Yeah, that one. Stop worrying about her. It’s a very important meeting, but she’s nothing to me.” His brows furrowed and his face tensed. “Please trust me, Gloria.”
I still didn’t know whether to believe him. Or trust him. I fidgeted with my toi et moi ring. This was not the way to enter into a relationship.
“No problem. I’ve got a meeting too.” Vivien.
My blood was boiling. He sensed my unease. Playing with my disheveled braid, he swept the tip of it across my lower lip. “Listen, angel, I want you to call me around seven thirty. If the meeting with my client goes well, we can have dinner.”
I did the math in my head. That would give me just enough time to have drinks with Vivien and then meet him; The Ivy was just a two minute drive to Shutters if that, in fact, was where he was meeting his client. There was no need for him to know about my plans, and Vivien was one name that I wanted to keep out of our relationship. That and Victor’s.
On my next breath, he lifted me to my feet. The sun, a great big orange ball of fire, was setting into the ocean. It must have been close to five; I’d lost track of time. Reality set back in. It was time to face the storm and return to my office.
We both hastily donned our clothes. I pivoted toward the car, but before I could take a step, Jaime grabbed me by the waist, flipped me around, and sent me orbiting with another long, lingering passionate kiss. I didn’t want it to end. In my heart, I hoped he’d be free for dinner…and save me for dessert. And tell me he loved me.