Page 40 of Yours To Take
Her cheeks turn a fiery red. I love how much she blushes around me. It tells me she likes me.
“Bad information from the kitchen, I guess.”
Walking over to her, I grab the bottle from her hand. “Care to split it with me?”
“Sure.”
Gemma follows me into the kitchen. I grab fresh glasses for both of us. Popping it open, I pour us each a glass.
“Sorry you had to come all the way out here.”
“No trouble.” She sips her wine, a demure look on her face.
It’s nothing like the look on her face the other night. The one after our kiss. The kiss—and proposition—that I can’t seem to get out of my head.
“How’s your writing going?”
“Did you really come over here to talk about that?”
Gemma shakes her head.
“Then what’d you come over here for?”
Setting down her wine, Gemma takes a step closer to me. “I think you know why.”
I sip my own glass of wine. “Want to hear more about my proposition?”
I lean back against the counter, crossing my bare feet.
“Something like that.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
“Why do you want to do this?”
“I like you, Gemma.” My words are blunt.
“And that’s enough for you?”
“What were the exact words you said?”
Gemma smiles at me, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Something along the lines of how men suck.”
“Oh, no.” I set down my glass, taking a few steps toward her. “You said you’ve met my sex, is it any surprise I haven’t given it up?”
“Okay, that.” She sips on her wine.
“And I think I can say I’m different than most guys.”
“Oh, yeah? How?”
There’s that fierce fighting side of Gemma that I’m growing accustomed to. She’s not like the women I’m used to in LA. The women I’m used to couldn’t care less about most things. Likes, comments…those things interest them.
Not Gemma.
Gemma’s all fresh air and mountains.
Horses and hiking.
