New Adult Romance Box Set

by Emme Rollins, Julia Kent, Anna Antonia, Helena Newbury, Aubrey Rose

Gabriel didn’t respond. Instead, he waited for me.

  I took in a ragged breath. “I forgive you. Do you forgive me?”

  His expressive eyes widened in shock. “For what?”

  “You’re right. I do throw your money in your face. I always have. I’m sorry.”

  “Baby, there’s nothing to forgive. I mean that.”

  “You’re right. I have to accept all of you—even the things that make me uncomfortable.”

  “Why does wealth make you uncomfortable?”

  I sighed. “It’s not wealth necessary. It’s the people that have it. They’re not very nice, Gabriel. Rich people usually treat anyone who’s not rich like shit. And I hate that. I hate that they can do it and get away with it.” I coughed and whispered, “I’m so fucked up, aren’t I? I’m still that girl who hated being made fun of. How pitiful is that?”

  “It’s not. Have I done that to you? Made fun of you or made you feel less than—”

  “No. Never.”

  “Then you have to know I’d never do it. So you don’t have to be afraid of my money. Especially when all it wants to do is make you happy. I want to give you the world, Emma. Everything I have is yours.” When I didn’t say anything, he whispered, “Talk to me, baby. Even if it’s just to tell me to go to hell.”

  “It’s hard because I don’t know what to do.”

  “All you have to do is let me be with you. That’s all.”

  “Is that all? That’s easy.”

  Gabriel finally smiled. He bumped my forehead with his. “Can I tell you something?”

  “What?”

  “I’m not drunk anymore.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  I ran my palm along his hard bicep. “That’s good then. I don’t like you drunk.”

  “Neither do I.”

  I finally took notice of the exquisitely muscled body pressed against mine. He’d thickened since high school, forever leaving behind the lean physique of youth and replacing it with a beautifully sculpted frame.

  I wanted to lean closer and lick a trail from his neck to the hard ridge of his hipbones. I wanted to pull down his pants and lick the delicious shaft pressing insistently against my thigh.

  Lust quickened my blood. I craved to feel Gabriel in me, working me however he wanted until I couldn’t come anymore. I knew what he’d been capable of as a boy. I now wanted to find out how often the man could make me scream his name.

  Gabriel seemed to scent my need. His eyes darkened. He stared at my mouth. His fingertips circled along my pulse before dipping down between my breasts.

  I moaned softly.

  “Do you know how hard it’s been for me to keep my hands to myself?”

  “As hard as it’s been for me to suffer you keeping them to yourself? It’s been hell, Gabriel.”

  “I’m sorry, baby. I’m just trying to do things right this time around.”

  “I wish you weren’t such a gentleman. I remember what it was like, you see? I remember everything. How you felt on top of me…inside me…how you kissed…the sounds you made when you came…all of it. It’s all I can think of sometimes.”

  He groaned loudly. “Fuck, Emma! Your mouth does me in every single time.”

  I trembled with need. My core tightened and my skin itched with the burning desire to feel him along every inch. “I remember yours did me in too.”

  Gabriel flung his head back. “Oh God, yes I remember! Yours is the sweetest, prettiest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” He pinned me with an electric blue stare. “I’d give anything to have another taste.”

  I arched into him, hands already kneading his shoulders. “You don’t have to wait. Honest.”

  Gabriel seductive chuckle raised goose bumps all along my skin. “I want you so badly, Emma. It’s all I think about when I’m with you.”

  I somehow managed to gasp his name, excited beyond anything to know this magnificent man wanted me as much as I wanted him.

  “I want to be deep inside you. Today. Tomorrow. Always.”

  I reached for him, sinking my fingers deep into his golden mane of hair. “Please kiss me.”

  Gabriel licked his lips, eyes gone sharp with hunger. “Baby, I kiss you then I won’t stop.”

  “Is that bad?”

  He closed his eyes. “Tonight it is.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I don’t want to make love to you here.”

  It felt like he dumped cold water on me. I already knew the answer but asked the question anyways. “Here being where you’ve made love to other women?”

  Gabriel gave me a short, angry nod. “I’m sorry, Emma. You shouldn’t have to deal with my past like this.”

  “No, it’s okay. Your restraint too. It’s sweet in an odd, frustrating way.” I looked away, my body rioting that it wasn’t going to be able to have Gabriel like it wanted. “I have a long day tomorrow and I need my sleep. I better go.”

  Gabriel’s arms loosened. I rose to my feet and so did he. We stared at each other for many long moments, eyes trying their best to communicate while we lacked the ability to speak.

  Regret and frustration blanketed his gaze. I didn’t have to guess if it blanketed mine.

  “I should go, Gabriel.”

  “Emma, I don’t want you to leave. Please stay. I just want to be able to hold you tonight. Can I? Please?”

  Gabriel stood there, heart in hand. I didn’t have it in me to deny him anything.

  “Just sleep?”

  “I’m such an idiot,” he mumbled under his breath. I couldn’t help but be glad to know I wasn’t the only one who ached from denial. Gabriel squared his shoulders. “Just sleep. For tonight.”

  The unspoken clearly being that this would be last night we would share the same bed and not doing anything exciting in it.

  “Okay.”

  Gabriel pulled me to him. “What would I do if I lost you?”

  “You won’t.”

  He only held me tighter.

  Chapter Nine

  The text came right after I’d gotten off the phone with Gabriel.

  I didn’t have to glance in the mirror to know I still looked haggard. Although we’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms, Gabriel woke up more distant than ever.

  He blamed it on his hangover, but I knew it was more. Something had risen in the night, something bigger than his affection for me and mine for him. It hunkered between us. Unmovable and impossible to ignore.

  “Are we still on for lunch today?”

  He sighed on the other end. “I would love nothing more, Emma. I’m afraid I can’t though. I’ve got a ton of paperwork to get through.”

  As much as I didn’t want to, I felt the lash of rejection sting me. “Oh, it’s okay. I’m sorry to bother you.”

  “Emma, wait!”

  “Yes?”

  Silence stretched. “I’m sorry for this. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

  “You don’t have to apologize, Gabriel. There’s nothing to make up. Things happen. We’ll have lunch another day, okay?”

  “I will make it up to you.”

  His insistence made me wonder if he was just talking about missing lunch. The last twelve hours had devolved into something I hoped never to visit again. I ached to whisper, “Don’t drift away from me, Gabriel. Please be patient. I don’t want to lose you over my insecurities. I don’t look at you the same way I look at them. Please, please believe me.”

  Instead, I murmured, “Well, I better let you go. I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Emma, I’ll be thinking about you today.”

  “Me too.”

  “Do you still have my flowers?”

  I turned my attention to the bouquet perched next to a framed picture of my mom and me at my college graduation ceremony. The white lilies were just beginning to bloom. Already the fragrant scent filled my nose every time I took an appreciative sniff. “Yes.”

  “Good. Think of me every time you see them and know I’m thinki
ng of you.”

  “I will.”

  “Until tonight, Emma.”

  “Goodbye, Gabriel.”

  “Goodbye, baby.”

  My phone chimed. I picked it up, curious to see who’d sent me a text.

  Gabriel is meeting me for lunch today. Come see.—Embry

  I immediately grew cold. My heartbeat seemed to slow. I couldn’t believe the words on my phone. Gabriel wouldn’t do that to me. He wouldn’t go behind my back to meet up with an ex. Gabriel may have been many things, and he was, but he wasn’t a liar.

  How did you get this number?

  Embry texted back quickly.

  Does it matter? You’re about to get a package & a letter. Follow the instructions if you want to see if I’m telling the truth. Text me back after you decide what to do.

  A short minute later I got a call on my office phone.

  “Emma Adams.”

  “Hi, Emma. You got a package here. Want me to run it by?”

  “No, I’ll get it right now. I need to stretch my legs anyways.” I carried my cell tight in my hand. It was only a short trip to reception. I smiled at David, managing to ask him about his weekend while being sketchy on the details of mine. The small talk put me on edge, but I had to keep cool.

  “I better get going. See you!”

  “You know where to find me.”

  I made a detour to the bathroom. The little brown box looked unthreatening with its gorgeous ivory ribbon and elegant envelope tucked securely in its satin folds. I was terrified to open it.

  A pair of black jogging pants, t-shirt, jacket, running shoes, and a cap lay nestled within pale green tissue paper. An envelope rested on top. I opened it up, dreading the words I was about to read.

  Emma, put these on. I don’t want to attract attention to my lunch with Gabriel and I’m sure you don’t either. There are too many eyes out there that would love to take a picture of his girlfriend—you—and splash it all over the papers and web. Having the three of us in that shot would ruin his reputation. I trust you don’t want to have a hand in embarrassing him. Discretion is the word.

  I have a car waiting for you downstairs. The driver is wearing a red rose on his lapel. Get in and he’ll take you to the restaurant. I’ve already alerted the staff that you’re coming. You’ll have no problem getting into the private dining room.

  If you don’t want to come, then there’s nothing I can say to convince you. However, I do think that would be a mistake. I’ll be waiting for your text.

  I stuffed everything back into the box and strode back to my cube. I stared blindly at the lilies, desperately trying to decide what to do. The obvious answer was to go. The not-so-obvious answer was why?

  What if their lunch was a final parting of things from his penthouse? I didn’t have to read so hard between the lines to know that Embry had obviously spent time in his place. Lunch didn’t mean cheating.

  But then why didn’t Gabriel just tell me the truth? Why did he lie?

  I eyed the clock. Time was ticking whether I liked it or not.

  You have to find out.

  I rapped on the wall next door.

  “Going to lunch, Emma?”

  “Yeah, Kevin. I’ll be back in a bit.”

  “All right. Have a good one.”

  Doubt it.

  I hurried over to the bathroom and changed my clothes. I was going for a run if anyone asked. Everything fit perfectly. I didn’t want to think too deeply as to why. After dropping my work clothes back at my cube, I hurried downstairs. I texted Embry.

  I’m in the elevator.

  She replied a minute or so later.

  My driver is waiting at the curb. White Porsche.

  Of course it is.

  I pulled the cap low over my eyes and made my way outside. Sure enough there was a gleaming Porsche Cayenne idling at the curb. The driver stood by the door, perfect red rose exactly where Embry said it would be.

  I stalked over to him, cursing myself a fool for playing Embry’s stupid game. I slid into the back seat. Embry’s driver, an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair and kind brown eyes, effortlessly slid into the heavy traffic.

  He didn’t say a word. Neither did I. All I could think about was Gabriel. Was he really there? Why was he seeing her? Why did he lie?

  The questions swirled round and round, circling the drain of my insecurities.

  Why would he sneak around with an ex-girlfriend? There’s no way I’m mistaken about how much he wants me, am I?

  Dirty suspicion dragged me low. Gabriel may have wanted me, but he had yet to touch me. Embry was obviously someone he’d been recently involved in. I doubt celibacy had been part of their relationship. Maybe he wasn’t completely over her sexually?

  Nausea roiled in the pit of my stomach. My breathing quickened and beads of sweat dotted my forehead. If Gabriel was there I’d have my answer.

  Please don’t be there.

  All too quickly the vehicle came to a stop at a two-story Italian restaurant. We’d probably gone maybe a mile.

  “Is this it?”

  “Yes, Miss.”

  I didn’t wait for him to come around for my door. I exited the vehicle a scant second later and strode inside. My eyes struggled to adjust to the darkened interior as I searched for the host or hostess.

  “May I help you, ma’am?” A pretty woman about my age stood behind her podium, black hair straight as an arrow and face mildly curious.

  “Yes, I’m…” Who was I supposed to ask for? “Embry Milford has a reservation and is expecting me. My name is Emma Adams.”

  “Ms. Adams, of course. You are the last member of Ms. Milford’s party to arrive. Please follow me.” She picked up a menu and indicated that we should go up a set of stairs flanking the bar.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Yes, ma’am?”

  “Do you know if Gabriel Gordon is already here?”

  The hostess’ smile turned up in wattage. “Mr. Gordon arrived with Ms. Milford about fifteen minutes ago.”

  “I see.” My nausea disappeared. Fury appeared in its place. “This is my first time meeting them here. Do they come here often?”

  The hostess took my smile at face value. She nodded her head and shared, “They always reserve the 2nd floor dining room even though it’s usually just them. They’re so obviously in love, you know?”

  “I do.” Black spots swam in my vision. I don’t remember being this enraged ever. I felt as if I could strike Gabriel dead.

  You always knew who he was, who he was capable of being. He’s not worth it. Go in, see what you need to see, and then get out. There’ll be no doubts, no regrets. You’ll finally be able to move past him.

  We climbed up the stairs and made our way down the narrow, dimly lit hallway. The hostess stopped before a closed door and said, “Right this way, Ms. Adams.”

  I took a look at the menu in her hand. “Actually I won’t need that because I won’t be staying for long. I’ll just see my way in, thanks.” I stepped inside the room before she could say another word.

  Closing the door, I immediately spied Gabriel and Embry. They were sitting close, her hand on his cheek and his face twisted with what looked like pain.

  My heart cracked in two.

  She was telling the truth and he wasn’t. Goddamn you, Gabriel Gordon.

  I shelved the devastated girl and brought forth someone manic to the core.

  “Well, isn’t this cozy. Tucked away like this in your own dining room with complete privacy. Oh, and look! Red roses. Ah, and a ribboned box. I wonder what’s in there? Something expensive, I’m sure.”

  “Emma!” Gabriel surged to his feet. Guilt ravaged his features. All my doubts were freshly buried. Even though I wanted to scream and cry, I wouldn’t give either if them the satisfaction of watching me break.

  “Hello, baby.” Butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth. “You brought her flowers too? And here I thought my flowers were special! Too bad. When I get back to the office, gue
ss what the first thing that’s going in the trash is?”

  Gabriel clenched his eyes shut. He exhaled long and loud before looking at me again. “Emma, I swear this isn’t what you think it is.”

  “My eyesight is pretty good, Gabriel. I know what I’m seeing.” I turned my attention to the exquisite woman still seated. “You’re set up quite nicely for a romantic lunch. No wonder you wanted me to see this for myself.”

  “It was one of our favorites.” Her pale gaze indicated my presence was most welcome. “This table, I mean. Gabriel always reserved this room so he could kiss my neck in private…among other things.”

  “I’m sure.” My glare should’ve burned him alive. I pulled a chair from a nearby table and sat down. I looked from one face to the other, noting Gabriel’s pale countenance and Embry’s smug one. I wanted to slap one and punch the other.

  Just exactly who got the slap and who got the punch had yet to be determined.

  “Well, well. Isn’t it funny how plans can change on a dime? Last I heard, Gabriel, you were neck-deep in a ton of paperwork.” I made a dramatic show of looking around. “I don’t see any paperwork. Your definition of a ton and mine must be different for you to get through it all so fast.”

  “How did you know?” Gabriel’s lips tightened before trying again. “I mean, how did you know I was having lunch out today?” He reached for my hand.

  The fury in my stare stopped him cold. He withdrew it and quickly tossed back a drink instead. “Didn’t you hear what I just said? Or do you need to hear from her? Would you care to tell him, Embry, or should I?”

  “I could but I much prefer to hear your version.”

  My mouth twisted in a venom smile. “Oh, you’re good. I like how neatly you deflected that. I might have to borrow your technique.”

  Embry lifted her glass and sipped the champagne with enviable grace. “You could do worse.”

  Gabriel clenched his hand into a fist. “Embry, you bitch.” He turned to me and pleaded in a low tone, “It’s not what you think.”

  “Oh, that is rich! I’m sorry, but really? It’s not what I think? How would you know what I think when I haven’t had the pleasure of telling you in explicit detail? Would you like me to tell you now, hmm? Because I’m not feeling particularly shy at the moment and I really feel you simply must know.”