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forwardness only further heated his blood. “And what if I refuse?”
    “Then you will be subjected to my tiny-ass apartment that I’m sure you’ll barely fit in.” A low, mirth-filled chuckle escaped him.
    “Well I suppose that’s settled, then.”
    “Good. I’ll be right back. I still have to go to the bathroom.” Laughing softly, he released her to watch her totter towards the washrooms, struggling to remain upright. It took him a moment to regain his composure, but when he did, he managed to locate Estelle’s proprietor and announce his intentions to buy out Gabrielle’s collection. He was writing out the check before the man even recovered, along with directions to ship the whole lot back to his manor in London. He’d never been much of a decorator, but he could clearly envision where he would place each and every one of Gabrielle’s paintings. They would be a nice reminder of her once he’d returned to the UK.
    He met her at the door, smiling as she shed her stilettos the moment they were outside with a sigh of relief. “Fucking Christ, I thought they had fused to my feet.”
    “Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to rub them for you when we get to the hotel.” He smirked down at her even as he raised a hand to hail a cab. Gabby snorted, moving towards the first car that stopped.
    “Please. You, sir, are going to be too busy rubbing other things.”
    Immediately, all the blood in his body slammed southward and he slid into the cab beside her, his eyes bright with lust as he jerked her against him in excitement. “You are bloody fascinating , you know that?”
    Gabby laughed, her breath hitching as his mouth found the warmth of her beating pulse, his tongue darting out to taste it. “I think I’m beginning to realize.”
     
    **
     
    “Oh my God .”
    Even after a ten minute cab ride during which Sebastian had driven her to heights of anticipation she hadn’t known existed, Gabby had to pause just inside the entryway to his suite to marvel at its luxuriousness. She’d never even been into the lobby of the Ritz Carlton before, let alone one of its rooms.
    And this place, she was willing to bet, was one of the best they had to offer. The space was gigantic, with an open living space that provided a panoramic view of the city through floor to ceiling windows. The furniture reeked of wealth, all real mahogany and gleaming leather. A small kitchenette was tucked away in the corner behind an office and a full bar that looked to be completely stocked. The bed was nowhere in sight, leading her to believe that the bedroom was separate – something she’d never even seen in a hotel. “Oh My God .”
    It was the second-most impressive thing she’d seen that night, the first of which being Sebastian himself.
    “I take it you like it, then.” At the delicious, British tinged baritone behind her, she turned to take him in, her mind fairly boggled.
    When she’d first seen him at the exhibition, it had been an exercise in courage not to run in the opposite direction. A full head and shoulders above every other patron there, he had leapt out to her immediately simply because of his height. Then, there were his features. The man was attractive in a way that should be illegal, with elegant, sharp bone structure, a careless fall of ebony hair to his shoulders, a full mouth and a strong, jutting chin. The clothes he wore hugged broad shoulders and a trim waist, and though he hadn’t been dressed as elegantly as some of Estelle’s other male customers, his posture and grace were enough to identify him as one of the upper crust.
    A man who, Gabby knew, wouldn’t have spared her a second thought had they passed one another in the street. When she’d rammed into him in her effort to “mingle”, as Tristan had instructed her to do, she’d fully expected the full brunt of his disdain. She’d forgotten, however, that she was dressed to the nines and that must have been her saving grace. Not only had the man not