"How about we clean up and go out to lunch somewhere? My treat."
"Sure.
But I can't say Sheila won't insist on tagging along."
"Fuck her and her boss.
What is it with rich people and control issues?" "They get rich because they take control."
"Whatever.
I prefer our kind of crazy - we pretty much only screw with ourselves."
He crossed one arm over his chest and leaned into the counter.
"You gonna put up with his bullshit?" "Depends."
"On what?" I grinned and started backing out toward my bedroom.
"Get ready.
I'll tell you about it over lunch."
Chapter 6
I'd just barely finished repacking my bag for the trip home when I heard the unmistakable sound of Gideon's voice in the living room.
A rush of adrenaline pumped through my veins.
Gideon had yet to say a word to me about what I'd done, even though we'd talked the night before after Cary and I had gotten back from clubbing and again this morning when I'd woken up.
Feigning ignorance was slightly nerve-racking.
I'd wondered if Clancy had even managed to do what I had asked of him, but when I double- checked with my stepdad's bodyguard, he assured me that all was going as I'd planned.
On bare feet, I padded over to the open door of my bedroom just in time to see Cary walk out the door of our suite.
Gideon stood alone in the small foyer, his inscrutable gaze on me as if he'd expected me to appear at any moment.
He wore loose-fitting jeans and a black T-shirt, and I'd missed the sight of him so much my eyes stung.
"Hi, angel."
The fingers of my right hand toyed restlessly with the material of my black yoga pants.
"Hi, ace."
His beautifully etched lips thinned for a moment.
"Is there a particular meaning behind that endearment?" "Well .
you ace everything you do.
And it's the nickname of a fictional character I have a crush on.
You remind me of him sometimes."
"I'm not sure I like you having a crush on anyone but me, fictional or not."