receptionist give you your wallet?”
“What receptionist?” I asked. “The only person who said anything to us was a woman who looked like my high school social studies teacher.”
“She had a pinched look,” Emerson added. “Like her shoes were on too tight.”
“Ah, Penny.” Gabe nodded.
“She’s the receptionist?” I asked. “I hate to tell you this, but she’s not very friendly.”
Gabe chuckled. “She’s hardly the receptionist.” Gabe looked behind him, and that was when I noticed an empty desk. “Susan must’ve stepped out.”
Gabe still hadn’t let my hand go, and I didn’t pull away. I was still in lust with the guy and wouldn’t mind being taken to his office for some fun.
Sadly, Gabe let it go and went behind the desk. He searched around while frowning. “It should’ve been here.”
“If you lost it, you’re replacing it,” Emerson said. “Fitch had five hundred bucks in it.”
I did? “More like five bucks,” I corrected.
My cousin whispered something under his breath that I didn’t catch and was pretty sure I didn’t want him to repeat. I loved Emerson, but sometimes he didn’t know when to be quiet.
“Hang on a second.” Gabe pulled out his phone and then walked to the windows as he spoke to whomever he’d called.
Emerson slapped me on my arm with the back of his hand. “Dude, why didn’t you go along with the five hundred bucks?”
“Because it’s dishonest,” I said in a harsh whisper. “Since when have you become such a crook?”
“I’m not,” Emerson huffed. “I was just teasing. Jeez. Lighten up, Fitch.”
Emerson hadn’t been teasing, but I let the subject drop as I waited to see what Gabe would do. I was also trying not to drool as I looked at him standing by the window. What was it about business suits that made a man so damn sexy?
My heart stuttered when he turned around and looked at me. Those intense light brown eyes had my body tingling. Gabe hung up his phone and tucked it into the pocket of his jacket.
“Sorry about that. My driver tells me he left your wallet with Mr. Russo’s assistant. I’ll go have a talk with Derek. It shouldn’t take but a minute.”
Emerson and I dropped back to our seats. I felt bad because I’d lied to Gabe. There was nothing I needed to do in a few hours. I’d just said that so I could see the stud again. Not even Emerson knew the truth because he still thought I was in deep trouble for getting myself involved the other night, feared someone would come after me.
I hadn’t told my cousin about the guy who had followed me, either. Emerson would freak out and tell my parents, and then they would freak out and try to put me on lockdown.
I’d witnessed someone trying to kill Gabe. No other facts would’ve mattered.
“I’m getting bored.” Emerson slouched in his chair and yawned as a few people walked by them, files in their hands, looking busy and important while I sat there with no prospects in my life.
I stood when I spotted Gabe walking toward me. He had my wallet in his hand, and when he passed it to me, our fingers touched. My lust shot through the roof, and I wanted to shove myself into his arms and beg him to fuck me.
Jeez. I needed to get laid more often. My blue balls were making me insane.
“Thank you.” I tucked my wallet into my back pocket and struggled for something else to say. Gabe was freaking hot, and I wanted him so badly.
“I’m glad you got it back.” Gabe glanced at his expensive-looking watch, and I knew when I was being dismissed. Mr. Rolex said it was time for me to go.
Emerson smacked my arm. “Let’s blow this joint.”
I stared at Gabe for one last second before turning on my heels and nearly tripping over my own feet. Gabe grabbed my arm and steadied me.
“Careful.” His voice was low, deep, and hypnotic and right at my ear. I shivered and sighed at the closeness.
“Yeah, careful,” Emerson said. “They wouldn’t want you suing them for hurting yourself on their property.”
I wanted to smack the crap out of my cousin. What was his deal? Emerson wasn’t usually a jerk, so why was he acting like one?
“Thanks again.” I smiled at Gabe before joining Emerson at the elevator. “What’s your problem?”
I hoped my whispered voice wasn’t loud enough that Gabe had heard me because he was still standing there watching me.
“Hungry,” Emerson said. “And this place gives