Page 66 of One Short Summer

His eyes travel up and down my body before inspecting me all over, as if my surprise is going to magically pop up out of the blue.

“It’s in my room, silly. Give me about half an hour to get everything ready, and I’ll meet you back down here, okay?”

“Sounds like a plan.” He hesitates for a moment. “Is that the only reason you were inyourroom?”

His earlier words suddenly make sense. I haven’t really spent any time in my room since we shared our first night together. Today, not only did I bypass the usual office stop, but I also locked myself inmyroom.

I give him a nod with a big smile, hoping it will make any doubts he has disappear.

Because things are good.

“Well, in that case, I can’t wait.” He bends down to give my forehead a soft kiss. “I’m going to head to the office and try to write until you’re ready.”

“Perfect.” He doesn’t know yet how perfect, but he will soon enough.

* * *

It takes me a little longer to get ready, but once I’m satisfied, I make my way down the stairs as quietly as possible. I don’t want Gabe to see my surprise before I’m ready for him.

He’s in his office just like he said, typing away on his keyboard. I peek around the corner, studying him silently before knocking lightly on the doorframe. I only show my face though and keep my body hidden. “I’m back.”

His fingers type furiously for a few more seconds before he pushes a few buttons and closes the laptop. He does it all so fast, I have to laugh.

Talk about anticipation.

He slowly spins in his office chair to face me. Black, thick glasses sit on his nose, making him look even sexier than usual. Fumbling for them, he pulls them off, throwing them on the desk. He barely ever wears them, but I enjoy seeing him in them every chance I get.

With a small grin on his face, he leans back in his chair, folding his arms casually behind his head. “I’m ready for my surprise.”

He acts a bit cocky, and mixed with the nerdy writer look, it’s hot as hell.

I’m as giddy as I can be when I grin back at him. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“You bet I am.” He gently rocks back and forth in his chair, a quiet squeaking noise accompanying the motion.

“Well, let’s see then.” I let out a nervous breath and round the corner all the way. It’s more than just a little satisfying to see his eyes almost bulge out of his head when he gets his first good look at me.

Gabe stares at me with his mouth wide open, rubbing his hands over his eyes as if he’s trying to make sure he isn’t imagining me right now. “What...what on earth are you wearing? This can’t be real. Holy shit, Monica.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Gabe

That’s it.

Monica is going to give me a heart attack.

One way or another, she’ll be the end of me. If I wasn’t a hundred percent sure before, I’m absolutely certain of it now.

Standing in the doorframe, she’s staring at me in her little getup, all innocent eyes, and red, pouty lips.

“Come here.” The words come out in a low huff, the desperation easy to detect in my voice, but I don’t care one bit. I’m far beyond the point of trying to sound unaffected, when in reality, I’m ready to let my tongue hang out and salivate over her. This woman does it for me in all the right ways, and I’m not going to hide that fact.

Not anymore.

She walks over to my desk, her hips sashaying left and right, the dress she’s wearing shifting with her every move.

When she stops a few feet in front of me, I realize she’s talking to me. It takes me a moment to snap my gaze back up to hers. “Sorry. What did you say?”

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