“Non vedo l’ora di scopare te baby”
What was that? What did he say to me? I don’t think I care, it just sounded so hot, so, so hot. He moves over to the hob and turns the gas back on and proceeds to cook Jo a steak, whilst I resist the temptation to take him to the bedroom and fuck him senseless. I am squeezing my pelvic floor so tight, I feel it in my throat. If I were to cough. Let’s just say it would be messy!
“Ohhh, he really is just too much Loz, you do not want to be letting this one go. Ever”
Oh Jo! You really have no idea.
“I’ve been thinking the same Jo” Gabriel says. We both stare at him. He wants me to never let him go?
“Not about never letting me go. Although I'm always open to persuasion...But about it not being safe here for her. I've said she should come and stay at mine, just until the weekend, I should have her place ready to move into by then”
Jo has sat down at the table, kicked off her shoes and poured herself a wine. She looks across at me.
“Well, it's not a bad idea, there's no way Jay would know to look for you there and if it’s only for a few days. I would feel happier than leaving you here on your own. If I wasn't so busy I would take time off but I just can't right now. But, at the end of the day, it's up to you, you can stay here as long as you like. Or you can go shack up with wonder boy here, who you've only known for a matter of hours, I won't judge, I swear” she smiles and winks at me.
An hour later we are pulling off the esplanade and onto Gabe’s drive. He presses a thingo on his visor and a set of gates open. He pulls up in front of a very modern double story house.
There are three guest bedrooms downstairs, all with double doors opening onto a decked area that leads to an in ground pool and spa. At the opposite end of the garden is a Bali style Tiki Hut, housing a bar with a dart board, and pool table, kitchen, shower and toilette.
Upstairs, there's a huge meals/family room combined with a kitchen. There are floor to ceiling glass and timber doors opening onto a decked veranda, from which there are views right across Port Phillip Bay and the city of Melbourne, the lights from the office blocks and apartments making it look like Gotham City in the dark. There's a hallway off the family room. Along this are two more bedrooms both with doors that open onto the veranda and another spa in the corner as you come out of the doors of the master bedroom. I just keep repeating "wow" and "oh wow" as he shows me each room.
The master suit is huge. Double doors open to a bedroom with a huge timber bed in the middle. There are matching bedside tables and a long low unit against the wall opposite the bed with a huge plasma screen above it. To the left are the same style tall glass and timber doors opening onto the veranda, the views and the spa. Behind the bed is a long walk through wardrobe and to the left is a huge open bathroom/wet room, next door, is a smaller version of the master also simply stunning.
I have nothing to unpack as I have nothing. Nothing at all. Gabriel brings me a T-shirt and a pair of his jocks and says “jump in the shower, then put these on, I'll pop to the supermarket and grab you a tooth brush and stuff”
“Stuff?” I question.
“Well, yeah, stuff, you know, deodorant, face cream, all that sort of stuff women need”
“Okay, I'll take a shower; you go get me some stuff” I say with a smile, touched by his consideration.
I shoo him out of the room. The high pressure jets on the shower are heaven on my aching body and the shower gel smells divine, fresh, citrusy and of him. When I get out, there's body lotion, face cream, cleansing wipes, deodorant, a comb and a toothbrush, all laying on the bed. I slather the lotion all over me, put on deodorant and then pull on his shorts and T-shirt and drag the comb through my hair, finishing off with face cream and the cleaning of my teeth. Once I'm looking fairly presentable I go in search of Gabe. The doors in the family room are open and I can see him leaning against the balcony, looking out across the bay.
I'm wearing Uggs, his jocks and his oversize T. He turns around and looks at me as I'm looking at him. He leans back against the balcony and wets his top lip with his tongue, I sigh, obvious I know but I can’t help it, he’s just so lush and just the thought of that tongue, on me, in me, I give a little involuntary shudder as I think of how that might feel. I really am becoming obsessed with doing bad things with this man.
“Come here”