After getting dressed I look around the penthouse, hoping to find Gideon sitting in the living room or on the balcony enjoying a breakfast that he has laid out for the two of us. He is still nowhere to be found. Looking in the fridge I find just a few bottles of water and nothing else and opt instead to head out for coffee and something with a little sustenance. God knows where Gideon is but I’m too hungry to go looking for him.
I tuck the contract in to my purse making a mental note to look over it when I’m a little more awake and possibly have someone else available to read through the legal jargon that all sounds foreign to me. I feel awkward walking out of the penthouse, I’m reminded of the “walk of shame” Allison has told me about, but this has to be different. Walking out of a penthouse fully clothed most certainly has to be a little different to walking out of a dirty frat house…
“Excuse me!” I have nearly made it to the front door of the building when I feel small and dainty fingers on my shoulder and turn to find a slender blonde receptionist with her perfectly manicured fingernails resting on my wrinkled blouse.
“Yes?”
“Oh, oh gosh I’m so sorry! I thought you were someone else!” She peers a little too hard at my face. “How strange, you look just like her!”
“Who?”
“Mrs. Lambert.” I feel an incredible wave of nausea hit me in the stomach.
“Who…who’s that?” She flashes her million dollar smile.
“Why it’s Gideon Lambert’s wife of course!”
Chapter Nine
What kind of man has a wife and fucks a girl on the side? I’ll tell you what kind of man, a man like Gideon Lambert; billionaire extraordinaire. Gideon Lambert, the man I spent the night with last night. Gideon Lambert…Gideon fucking Lambert.
“I can’t believe he didn’t tell me he was married. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to think that he wasn’t. I mean, handsome billionaire…we’re talking Tony fucking Stark…why would a man like that be single…or at least not have a little black book that approaches the size of the Yellow Pages. And why would a man like that be interested in a girl like me?” I throw myself in to the overstuffed chair and stare hopelessly at Allison.
“Well…are you looking for a husband?” As always Allison goes for rationalization.
“No, but I’m not exactly looking for someone else’s husband either.” She thinks about this answer for a minute.
“Fair enough, but is the sex good?” I think for a moment about last night, about the soft satin panties across my face, about the feel of his mouth on my body.
“…Yes.”
“Is the sex great?”
“Yes.” I don’t hesitate this time.
“So if the sex is good, he treats you right and you’re not looking to marry the guy what’s the problem?”#p#分页标题#e#
“Umm…he has a WIFE? How is having a wife and sleeping with me treating me right?” Allison might be able to overlook that little problem but there’s no way that I can.
“Well, have you ever seen her?” I shake my head, no. “Have you seen him wearing a ring?” I shake my head, no again. “Have you talked to him about her?” Again, no. “Well…how do you know she’s not dead?” I shrug.
“I suppose she could be. I mean that would make sense, especially with how that receptionist looked at me when she thought I was her.”
“See? Easy answer. Stop trying to make things more complicated than they are. Something good is happening to you so just go with it and just forget all the bullshit.” I nod at her but while I do I can’t help but wonder if perhaps Mrs. Lambert is dead but if Mr. Lambert is the reason why. Oh God, what if I have been sleeping with a billionaire murderer?
Allison heads in to the kitchen and as I listen to her unloading the dishwasher my mind starts to wander. I think about our last night together, the satin panties over my closed eyes. He’d had plenty of chance to kill me if that was his thing…or is he waiting until he’s tired of me?
“Missy…” Allison is standing in front of me her head tilted to the side and a pile of dinner plates in her hands.
“Hmm?”
“Stop it. I know you’re sitting there thinking all kinds of crazy shit. Stop being such a…well, stop overanalyzing. Just enjoy it for God’s sake; we all need a good fuck for the sake of fucking once in a while.” She’s right. Besides, what are the chances that he actually is a murderer…?