Page 28 of Gentleman Wanted
Chapter Eleven
Gemma
I now knew why they called him Gentleman, and it had nothing to do with his almost old fashioned respect for women. Although I was pretty sure that had a lot to do with it.
No, Gentleman was called Gentleman because he always made a woman cum, numerous times in my case.
“You look lost in thought?”
His voice made me jump. Turning in my seat, I let my eyes drift over him. His dark hair was still wet from the shower, his jeans gaping, but it was the bare chest that made my mouth water.
I continued to stare at him. What was it about a shirtless man holding a baby that made my ovaries ache?
Gent’s smile grew. It was like he could read my thoughts. “See something you like?”
I nodded eagerly. “A shirtless man holding a baby? What’s not to like?”
“So it could be any man? As long as he was shirtless and holding a baby?” One dark eyebrow wiggled suggestively.
Laughing, I tilted my chin. I tried to hide my teasing smile from him. “I think I like you the best, though.”
Gent stalked towards me. And somehow, he managed to look sexy even with a baby in his arms.
“You best had.” Bending down, he placed a kiss on my lips. “But why aren’t you ready to go?”
Confused, I kissed him again. “What do you mean ready to go? The opening isn’t for hours.” I yawned. “You know Saturday is my lazy morning day.” I gestured to my slobby clothes. The baggy T-shirt and stained sweatpants would have been enough to turn any man off. But not Gent. I could see it in his eyes. All the dirty things he wanted to do to me.
“I have a surprise for you before the opening, Gem.”
My eyes widened. “A surprise? What kind of surprise?”
“If I told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?” Patiently he tapped my nose with his thumb. “Go and get dressed, Gemma. Otherwise, we will be late.”
***
“What do you think?”
At first, I didn’t know what he was talking about. He had pulled his truck up to the curb on a residential street. A nice one.
My eyes scanned around me. “About what?” I was still confused, and it showed in my voice.
Laughing, Gent glanced into the back seat. “Your Mummy is beautiful, but she’s kind of dumb.”
My son gargled his agreement as I slapped Gent’s arm. “Oi!”
Leaning over, he kissed me. “I’m joking. Now tell me what you think of the house?” He pointed, and my eyes followed his arm.
The house he was pointing at was on a corner plot. A green lawn stretched from the front to the side. It looked like the type of house you would raise a family in.
Tearing my eyes away from it, I turned to face him. “It’s beautiful.” I had a million questions but now wasn’t the time to ask them. It felt like I should know what he was talking about when I didn’t have a clue.
“I’m glad you like it.” Gent dropped a silver key in my lap. “Because it’s ours.”
“Ours?” I repeated dumbly. What did he mean it was ours?
“Our home. A house with room for Bobby to grow up in. A garden for him to run around in when the time comes.”
“What do you mean it’s ours?” It still wasn’t sinking in. “Did you rent a house for us?”
