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I smirk. “Come on, I’m a business man. All my clients are VIPs.”

Gabe’s hearty laugh rumbles through me, waking up everything that has been latent for so long. Too long? Not long enough? Who the hell knows?

“Wait, I’m not special? You wine and dine everyone?” Hecocks an eyebrow, his teasing tone not quite matching the longing look in his eyes. Yes, it’s longing. I’m buried in the closet, not fucking oblivious to life. Talk about a body blow…

“I like to think of it as relationship management.”

“So, we’re in a relationship.” Gabe folds his arms…those tanned, muscular arms…and snickers. “And you should know you don’t need to get me drunk to make me agreeable. I’ll let you do anything you want…to myportfolio.”

Fuck me.

Chapter 9

Gabe

These innuendoes are slipping out like I’ve put away half a bottle of Jim Beam, but I’m stone-cold sober. So much for my quest to quit obsessing about this man.

After listening to Vince’s financial genius for a few minutes after the waiter brings us our first round of drinks, my mind wanders. I can’t tear my eyes from his lips, though. He’s so careful and deliberate with every word. My cock jumps, and I shift in the chair.

We’d both like to see him do more than just speak.

I grip the highball glass, raising it to my mouth. The amber-colored liquid sears a path down my throat, jolting me from my lewd fantasy.

“It’s a big risk, but what do you think?”

Dammit. Not the time to daydream, evidently. “I trust your judgment. Go for it.”

Vince furrows his brow. “Just like that? Are you sure? I figured we’d talk about it and then make a decisiontogether.”

“Decision made.” I gulp the rest of the whiskey. God, I love that burn. It only becomes an issue when the booze starts going down like water. And right now I’m loose-lipped enough where that’ll happen sooner than later. “I thought you asked me out so we wouldn’t have to talk shop.”

He cocks an eyebrow, and a half-smirk lifts his lips. “I have a responsibility to your portfolio.”

A second glass is set down next to me, and I take a long sip. “Is that all? You just care about the health of my portfolio?”

“It’s the only service I provide.”

“Too bad.”

“It’s a little early to make that assessment, don’t you think?”

“I’ve seen enough.” And yet, I’m still coming onto said straight guy. Is my head completely buried up my ass?

“You’re a pretty easy sell, Kelly. I thought you’d be a little harder to crack.”

Easy. What a choice word. “I didn’t realize you were trying.”

His gaze locks on mine, and fuck me if I don’t see something hiding deep within those dark chocolate pools.

What the hell is it, and how much more do I need him to drink before he finally unloads?

Actually, there is one more question plaguing me…how much more of this is he going to take before dropping me for sexual harassment?

I drain the last few droplets from my glass, waiting. For some reason, I want to rattle him, to prove to myself I’m barking up the wrong fucking tree, despite the way his eyes slice through to my soul, the way his smile alone can make my cock spring to life, and the way his hard body makes me ache with yearning.

I need him to tell me, because every time I’m around him, he has my head screaming.Bothmy heads, for that matter, and the louder one is going to keep me up all night unless I start pumping him for clarity on whether or not he’s gay.

“I told you, it’s my job.”

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