Saviour (Saviour #1)(26)
“Shit” I mumble to myself, picking up my phone I realise that I've slept for four hours. Mending bones and healing bruises is exhausting work! The call is from Gabriel and he promptly calls back,
“Hey” I answer on a yawn.
“You okay, where were you, I've called twice?”
“Yeah, I'm fine; I was sleeping and the phones on silent”
I smile as I speak. Aw he was worried. “I was gonna call round, you need anything?”
“Well, there's still no food here, I've had cornflakes today because that's all I could find but I really fancy steak”
“Steak?”
“Yeah, steak” What’s wrong with steak, I wonder? “I'll give you the money for it”
“Lauren, I'm not worried about the money, it just seems a strange request, from a girl, I thought you might say, Macas or chocolate. Girlie food”
“Well yeah and some chocolate please but I'm not a girl, I'm a woman, I grew out of burgers years ago, girls eat burgers. Women eat steak and my taste is firmly with steak, why is it a strange request, don't you eat steak?”
“Lauren I'm Australian. Of course I eat steak and I don't know why it was strange. I’m glad you like steak and I’m glad you’re a woman, not a girl. And I’m glad you’re my woman. I'm glad you like real food and I am glad you like meat” And I can hear the smile in his voice. He obviously picked up on all the innuendo in our conversation
“And if its steak you fancy baby, I will pick some up and then head over, with all the meat you could possibly manage. Ciao, see ya after”
I am speechless. I am HIS woman and he is GLAD of the fact. My skin is tingling, my heart is pounding in my throat, I feel like a fifteen year old, I have never experienced, lust, want, desire, need like this in my life, he has such an effect on me and that was just a telephone conversation, f*ck, I feel so light headed. I’m his woman, I soooo f*cking am!!! And that Italian. Wow, that’s taken on a whole new meaning now that I know he speaks it fluently, f*ck that’s just, so, f*cking mind-blowingly sexy, I can’t wait to hear that in all its full blown glory! He really is too perfect, there has to be a catch, has to be!
An hour later I'm sitting at the table eating a medium rare rib eye steak. Cooked to perfection, by Mr Perfection, Jacket potato and salad, sipping on a nice cold glass of wine and looking across at Gabriel as we both tuck in.
“Did you read the text I sent you earlier?” He asks. My stomach flips. Here we go, I put down my knife and fork, take a sip on my wine, and say as casually as possible “Yeah....what's that all about, something you need to discus, sounds very serious, should I be worried?”
I take another sip of my wine, I am shaking inside, what is he about to tell me?
“May be. But I hope not, I was wondering if you wanted to come and stay at mine for the rest of the week. I have to go and pick paint and flooring for the rental and as you’re going to be living there, I thought you might wanna help me chose? But, if I'm picking you up and dropping you off I don't want to run the risk of bumping into your husband and causing you any more trouble. It's just a thought. You would be in your own bedroom, if that’s what you want, and have your own bathroom. There's no ulterior motive, other than that I enjoy your company and I would feel better knowing you are safe”
He tilts his head to one side and gives me the most amazing smile that affects me right between my legs and makes me shift in my chair. I blink, several times, trying to take in what he's saying.
“You want me to move in with you?” I make it sound like it’s a ludicrous idea and regret my tone instantly. He looks down at his food. “Sorry, bad idea? I just thought it would be a safer option than you staying here. I’ve worried all day about you being here on your own, and it would only be till the weekend. I've taken the rest of the week off to get your place fixed up so we should be able to get you in by then but if you would rather stay here, that's no problem, like I say, it was just a thought.”
He swallows, hard, and looks up at me through those lovely long lashes. How can someone with fair hair, have such a great tan and such dark lashes? Must be the Italian gene from his mum’s side but he doesn't look remotely Italian. More like your typical Aussie boy, tall, tanned and gorgeous but he speaks Italian, imagine, a man that looks like that, who smells like he does, with the name of an angel, imagine him making beautiful love to you, speaking words of love and desire in Italian, imagine….
“Yes, no, yes, no? I'm dying here Lauren”
“Sorry” I say as I jump back into reality. “Do you really think it’s a good idea so soon, what if Jay finds out, he would kill me, and everyone would think I've left him for you”
“Lauren, your homeless, I'm offering you somewhere to stay, not asking you for a lifelong commitment and it would only be till the weekend, like I said, no strings” He pauses, tilts his head and gives me a devilish smile. “Maybe ropes, belts or handcuffs. But definitely no strings”
My stomach lurches at the thought of handcuffs and a gazillion dirty, filthy thoughts race through my obviously perverted mind. We stare at each other for a few seconds, grinning like idiots. He wiggles his eyebrows up and down. Ropes, belts, handcuffs and Italian lingo? Oh my f*cking, f*cking for f*cks sake, I can’t think clearly and my mouth opens and words come out, that I’m not entirely sure that I agree with but I say them anyway.