Craig, Dede - Three Kisses of Lust (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

Gia tilted her head then took the black scrap of fabric from Michelle’s outstretched hand.

Michelle moved her tortoise-colored spectacles over the top of her head while she waited.

Gia stretched the fabric in front of her with two hands. It was a mini tube dress with a gold sequined strip at the hem of the bodice. It was a simple little black dress, and the fabric was springy.

“Love it, I think, just wondering where the rest of it is, but I’m sure it will do. Shoes?”

“Just wear the Louboutins. Here.” Michelle kneeled and placed the shoes she had just removed on the floor.

“Gosh, it’s short, I think the fuck-me-now is winning the match.” She shook the robe off her shoulders before putting the dress over her head. She was still panty-less, and the warm air gave her a sexy feel. Going commando was always thrilling, and the picture of Liam’s hands feeling her nakedness under her dress was already getting her wet like a leaking faucet. Gosh, she admonished herself, in less than twenty-four hours she had gone from drought to drenched. Liam Wright was a man she did not know she was waiting for, and yet here he was.

Michelle reached over and pulled the dress down. It skimped mid thigh and was mercifully not as short as it looked. Gia was happy she could still bend and not flash the world.

She moved to the full-length mirror propped next to the trailer’s small bathroom and took in her reflection. She looked like she was going clubbing, but what the hell. He saw casual Gia, and now it was time to see vamped-up Gia. She couldn’t wait to see him. She licked her lips, tasting the cherry-flavored gloss.

“You look hot. I’d fuck you for sure.”

Gia turned and gave Michelle a peck on the cheek.

“Thanks, babe, I’ll return it tomorrow.”

“You call me first thing in the morning, okay? I want to know every detail, and I do mean everything.” Michelle hugged her before picking up her discarded clothes.

Michelle was more than just her stylist. The two had been firm friends since they had met on the set of one of her movies. She trusted her implicitly. However, she was not ready to reveal Liam. Besides she couldn’t risk anyone knowing she did, or would be, sleeping with her boss.

“Okay, I’m off. I’ll call you, don’t worry.”

Gia grabbed her bag, car keys, and her replacement cell phone. She went into the messages while she walked out toward the parking lot.

True to his word, Liam had texted his address and GPS coordinates.

She reached her white Lexus and punched in the details on the navigator. She selected the shortest route. It was only a couple of miles from the studio, similar to the one Liam’s driver had taken.

She inhaled deeply before starting the car, and was off.

* * * *

Gia reach the gates of his house and rolled down her window. She pressed the bell button on the small silver intercom and waited. A camera looked back at her from the top of the intercom and, glancing up, she noted there were two more focused on her car, perched on each side of the gates.

“Evening, Ms. Carelli, please come through.” She heard Anna’s voice crackling over the speaker just when the wrought iron gates slid aside, and she pulled in.

She didn’t see his limo or any others cars. Maybe it was in the garage, or he was still at his meeting.

Just when she stepped out of her car, her phone beeped.

Running late, make yourself at home L

She sighed softly. She had hoped he would be home but evidently was not. Her earlier anxiety of having been with her boss crept into her psyche, and she battled to brush it off.

Anna opened the door and ushered her inside with a warm smile. She obviously lived in, judging from the fluffy powder-blue nightgown she wore. Gia stepped through to the foyer, offering her a half-embarrassed smile while she waited for direction.

“Liam says you can either wait in his room or any of the living rooms to make yourself comfortable.”

Gia blushed, feeling her cheeks probably beet red from humiliation. The option of waiting in his room screamed booty call. “Thank you, Anna. Is there a library?” She might as well read something while she waited. Besides, she was curious to see the types of books he kept in his home.

“Yes, of course, this way.” Anna gestured before walking to the left of the foyer then turning right.

Gia followed through the hallway, her eyes taking a swift inventory of the paintings on the side walls. She was not exactly an art connoisseur, but they looked pretty impressive and expensive, housed in large, gold gilded frames.

Anna leaned and pushed open a large double oak door.

“There you go.” She waved inside the room while remaining at the door. “Can I offer you something to drink while you wait?”

Gia noted a decanter set on a large mahogany table in the library room and nodded toward it.

“It’s fine. Do you mind if I pour myself some of that—”

“Vodka, yes of course. I can pour it for you. Would you like some ice, tonic, or water with that?”

Liam sure lived the good life, or else Anna was just extremely hospitable. “No, it’s okay, thanks, Anna. I’ll take it straight.”

Anna smiled, and her eyes seemed to glisten with relief.

She did look pretty exhausted. Gia had no intention of drinking straight alcohol, but she could see Anna needed sleep.

“Have a pleasant evening. If you need anything, just dial nine on the phone, and it will come straight through to me.”

“Thank you. You have a good evening, I’ll just wait for Liam. Hopefully he won’t be too long?”

“He said he was on his way when I called to let him know you arrived. He wanted to know. Well, good night, Ms. Carelli.”

Anna walked out and closed the door behind her, leaving Gia to take in the expanse of the library.

It was impressive by anyone’s standards. The flooring matched the doors perfectly. Chocolate leather armchairs were scattered around the room, perched alongside curved floor-to-ceiling windows. There were no curtains, and she could see the infinity pool glimmering underneath the moonlight just a few yards away.

The room was designed for reading with floor standing adjustable lamps perched behind each armchair. In the center of the room was a large double leather couch, a similar color to the single antique armchairs. On each side of her were floor-to-ceiling shelves of books. She walked over to the left and raised her hand, gliding it across the book titles while she walked slowly.

“Lolita.” She read the title aloud and smiled, bemused. She removed the small book from the shelf and opened the cover. It had no dust jacket, the pages yellowed and crispy. A first edition, no doubt. She replaced it, not wanting it to disintegrate beneath her fingers. Her eyes widened when she glimpsed the next title.
Jane Eyre
. She carefully removed the book. The classic was one of her favorites and it had a glossy dust jacket and Borders price tag. This was a safer option, so she slowly walked to the double couch and sat down with the book.

The library was shadowy, except for a few of the lamps illuminating the armchairs. She opened the book, glancing at the first line, but none of the words registered. Her mind drifted instead to Liam.

How did she get to this point so fast? She was literally sitting and waiting for a man she had just met. A mind-numbing, smoking hot god, she reminded herself. She was sure he held the power to literally control her breathing. Just the thought of what they had did in this very house sent shivers of desire up her spine. She licked her lips and pushed her head backwards then rested it on the back of the couch.

She couldn’t wait for him to walk in and do things to her she didn’t know she wanted or needed. Her nipples hardened, and she adjusted herself on the couch. She could already feel the familiar and wet pulsation between her legs. She pulled out her phone and stared at the screen. Should she call him or just wait? She teetered silently between the options.

She had always thought lovemaking only came when actual love was involved. She had never dared having sex with someone she wasn’t dating and had more than a physical attraction to. Yet here she was. He was nice enough, and hot enough. Would she be able to be with him, in that way, and not fall for him?

Gia sighed and closed her eyes. To hell with all her preconceived notions of relationships. Her celibacy had gotten her nowhere. He was as great a guy as any to have a fling with, even if it was purely physical. She yawned softly. He had to get here soon as she had an early call time. The sooner he got here the better.

* * * *

Gia stirred. Her body was being rocked slowly back and forth.

“Gia, wake up,” she heard Liam say, and her eyes flew open.

She must have fallen asleep. Her mind slowly returned to her, and with it, delicious realization. Liam was indeed there, and she smiled in excitement.

He was standing at the other end of the couch, looking at her with an expression of awe, bemusement, and raw lust. His dark gaze focused on her face. In the dim light of the library, he looked even sexier. He had changed into a simple V-neck white tee shirt and dark blue jeans. The hard muscle of his arms was taut, bent at his elbows with his hands on his hips.

She was still on the couch, facing him, though she had somehow brought herself to a lying position, with one leg on the couch and the other on the floor. With a start, she realized that she was still panty-less and facing him. That explained the raw lust. She should have closed her legs. In any other circumstance she would have. But right now, with a glance at his erection bulging through his jeans, she couldn’t help the naughty thrill that coursed through her, knowing that she was turning him on.

She smiled seductively as she looked at him through her lowered lashes and raised her hips slightly, giving him a full view of her moist slit. “Hey, you’re finally here. I must have dozed off,” she whispered.

His chest rose as he swallowed a sharp breath and licked his lips. They curved slowly at the corners and his eyes narrowed. But still, he said nothing, just staring.

Why was he just standing there? Gia frowned and, forgetting the cheap thrill, she sat up and pushed her foot to the floor, closing her legs. “You okay? Is it too late? Should I go?”

Wasn’t he supposed to be happy that she was here? Then why did he look so utterly confused? Almost like he hadn’t believed she would actually be there.

“Gia Carelli,” he finally whispered, his voice strained and his expression calm and controlled.

Gia frowned then smiled. “You remember my name. I’m impressed.” Or had he forgotten their pseudo date? A flash of panic constricted her chest and she battled against the thought that maybe his offer was more in the moment and perhaps one he now regretted? Oh God. She sighed and chewed on her lower lip.

Liam walked forward and turned, facing her. From this close, she could see that his glistening hair was actually wet, as in just-showered wet. Had he been in the house all this time? She shifted in her seat, moving her hands to her lap. Perhaps this was all a mistake and she should just leave?

He raised his hand slowly, extending it toward her, and he smiled, that dazzling smile reaching his too sexy, thunderous eyes.

Gia raised her own hand thinking that he wanted to help her up, or maybe it was to help her out of his house? She was no longer sure what was happening. Even though he was smiling at her, something was different. Then it hit her. Stone-cold realization whipped through her senses just as he gently shook her hand.

Her eyes widened in shock and she froze in place, her hand limp in his. There were no moles or scars above his eyebrow. She swallowed a choked breath and felt her throat constrict. The rush of blood to her cheeks betrayed the hot humiliation that rocked her body. She had just splayed her soaked nakedness like a well-done chicken in all her glory to Liam’s brother.