When I turned and looked at him, his eyes pleaded with me, sending my strong will out the window.

“I should.”

“You shouldn’t. Come back to my house with me.” His eyes never left mine.

“Simon, yesterday—”

“Fuck yesterday. Gabrielle, I want to see you. Please.”

I took my bottom lip between my teeth and I could have told him a thousand reasons why it wasn’t a good idea. But, I missed him and the thought of going to his house and spending some time with him overruled.

“Fine. I have to go home, shower, and change first.”

“Then let’s do dinner. I’ll have Patrick pick you up around five o’clock and I’ll have my chef cook us something really nice.”

“Okay. I’ll be ready. Now if you’ll excuse me, I better get going.”

He nodded. “Okay. I’ll see you later,” he said with a small smile as he ran the back of his hand down my cheek.

Fuck, my panties were already soaked just from seeing him and our conversation. I knew damn well what was going to happen tonight and my body screamed with excitement. As soon as I opened the door to the apartment, I heard moans coming from G’s room.

“I’m back!” I yelled across the apartment.

“Okay,” Donovan yelled back.

I rolled my eyes and jumped into the shower to wash off the sweat from my run and to make sure I was more than freshened up for tonight.

Chapter 19

I slid into the back of the limo in my strappy blue baby doll dress with a cut out back and a pair of black-heeled ankle boots.

“Thank you for picking me up, Patrick.”

“My pleasure, Gabrielle.”

“Where does Simon actually live?”

“His house is in Medina.”

“Oh. Very nice. But I wouldn’t expect anything less from him.” I smiled.

Patrick pulled up to the large wrought-iron gates and punched in the code. As the gates slowly opened, my stomach started to flutter, not only at the thought of seeing Simon, but the sight of his beautiful house.

“Wow. Look at this place.”

I heard Patrick chuckle. “It’s a beauty. That’s for sure.”

He pulled up the long, winding drive and stopped in front of the house. Big, beautiful trees lined the front and around the sides, giving the property the privacy it deserved. Patrick opened the door for me and helped me out.

“Have a nice night, Gabrielle.” He smiled.

“Thank you. I intend to.”

Before I stepped up the many multiple-stone stairs to the porch, the front door opened and Simon stood there in a pleasing manner that sent the Simon ache right down to my toes.

“You look amazing.” He smiled as he took my hand and brought it up to his lips.

“Thank you. So do you.”

“Welcome to my home, Gabrielle.”