Page 13 of 12 Days of F*ckmas
The driver opened my door.
I didn’t get out and remained in the seat.
My mind raced.
What is this place?
There was no sign or windows, just black brick and the one black door Gabriel waited by.
I gulped down fear and left the Escalade.
A delicious smirk spread across Gabriel’s face. That made me think of the long swipe of his tongue on my pussy. My body shuddered, yearning for more.
I calmed my body and strolled his way. My heels clicked on the pavement.
As he watched me walk toward him, his eyes sparkled with lust.
The closer I got to Gabriel, the faster my heart beat.
When I stopped in front of him, he didn’t speak. Instead, he moved his gaze from my face and slipped it down to my heels.
Where are we? And. . .what will he do to me?
Gabriel returned his attention to my face and pierced me with his gaze.
My body flushed with heat.
“Tell me something.” His deep voice slipped along my skin. “Do you love black and white movies?”
That was the last thing I thought he would ask.
I blinked. “Not usually. For some reason, I felt like watching them yesterday.”
“And I enjoyed watching you. . .watch them.”
I widened my eyes. “You were watching me the whole time?”
His wicked smirk deepened. “It’s a new day. Time for a new present.”
Gabriel opened the door and gestured for me to enter.
When I did, a stunning interior greeted me.
Oh.
The walls sparkled with shelves full of jewelry—necklaces and rings, bracelets and earrings. And they were made from every kind of gem—diamonds, rubies, emeralds, sapphires, and more.
A jewelry store?
I walked in, perusing the valuable treasures.
Chandelier light danced across glass cases and reflected off the marble floor. Piano music drifted in the air.
I spotted a long black leather bench in the center of the store.
Gabriel guided me there.
Suddenly, a blonde woman strolled in, holding a box wrapped in silver paper. A blue bow sat on top of it. “Here you go, Mr. Pisano.”
