CHAPTER 3
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After the work day was over, Gerald suddenly pulled Genevieve to him on her way out.
"Should I come and pick you up? We can go to my house together, some of your clothes are still there," he said.
"Nah, I think I'll head home, I have a special dress in mind and also, I don't want people to see us going home together, you know it'll get them talking," she replied.
"True, that's true," he kissed her and let her go. "See you at the usual restaurant at eight, don't be late this time."
"I'm always late," she laughed and walked out of the office.
She wasn't wrong, Genevieve always came late, it was a habit of hers and Gerald had to learn to get used to it. That night, she also came late, she walked into the fancy restaurant at exactly thirty two minutes past eight. Immediately, she became the center of attraction and all the men, both single and with a partner, turned to gape at her.
She was dressed in a beautiful black gown that outlined her lush figure. Gerald smiled with a sense of pride as the most beautiful lady in the room walked towards his table.
"I can't believe how early you are, you look stunning," he said as she sat down.
"Thank you, I can say the same for you," she said with a bright, warm smile.
They ordered drinks and decided to eat later. She had a glass of tequila while he took whiskey on the rocks.
"By the way, what did Natasha want?" Genevieve asked.
"Nothing much, she just asked if I was less busy. She wanted to push a client of hers onto me because of her schedule," he replied casually.
"You also have a busy schedule, you have to handle the Denver case, Riddle's case, the Green company case, Matt and Schneider, the West case, Sydney's case…" Genevieve went on and on until he eventually stopped her.
"Christ, Genevieve! You have my entire schedule planted in your head!" He exclaimed. "That was exactly what I told her."
"Of course I do, what else do I have to think about but that and you?" She asked, a hint of anger following her voice.
"Are you annoyed by something?" He asked, detecting the annoyance in her face and how her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"It's just something about Natasha, she glares at me all the time and today, there was a suspicious glint in her eyes. It makes me think that she has a feeling something is going on between us." Genevieve replied with a worrisome look on her face.
Gerald frowned, "That's impossible, Natasha could be a pain in the ass sometimes, but I doubt that she suspects anything. No one knows, okay? Relax."
"Do you ever feel like coming clean? Like just telling everyone that we're a thing?" Genevieve suddenly asked, it was a question he hadn't expected.
"Why do you ask, babe?" He queried.
"I don't know if we have to keep hiding it neither do I know how long we can keep it up." She replied.
The romantic air above them suddenly disappeared and turned acetic. He sighed and dropped his glass, then held one of her hands in his.
"Look Genevieve, our firm doesn't work like that. You don't know how much I want to make it public and let everyone know how much I'm in love with you. I'm also not satisfied with going on secret dates and how we have to keep looking out so that we don't bump into our colleagues. But I don't want us to risk our jobs either." He said.
"Our relationship looks like a malapropos union." She remarked with a grim look. "I want a kiss."
"Here? In public?" He asked, his eyes scanning the packed restaurant.
"Yes, if we can have s*x in your office which has two six foot windows overlooking Virginia, sure we can kiss in public." She said and he laughed.
They locked lips for a few seconds and she languidly exhaled when she sat back.
"Feeling better?" He asked. "Or do you want me to take you home later?" He winked at her.
She gasped, "How many times in one day can you lust after me, Gerald?"
"A million times, as long as you're down for me, I'm down for you too baby girl." He said cheekily, licking his lower lips.
"Don't do that again. Fine, let's go to your house later." She said and smiled at him.
"That tone in your voice is driving me into a delirium." He said with a smile.
He reached his hand under the table, but she slapped it away, "Don't be naughty all the time, Gerald."
He grinned, "Would you prefer another version of me?" He asked.
She thought for a while and laughed softly, "Not at all."
"Great, finish up and we can start leaving." He said huskily.
"Why the rush big guy?" She asked, smirking at him in a way she knew would arouse his sexuality.
He frowned, "Why do I feel like you're toying with me?" He growled.
"It's not my fault you are putty in my hands at times like this. At work you're the boss, in bed…the case is a little different." She laughed and all he did was just smile.
Genevieve was a passionate lover and possessed bestial powers in bed and he loved every moment of it, she was just perfect.
He placed the bills on the table and they got up and left the restaurant.
All would have been fine, if not for the lady who sat on a table far away from them with a camera in her hands. She captured every moment that she thought was necessary and juicy. Even got the couple's kiss, when they held hands, when they walked in and when they walked out. It was just perfect.
Slowly, the mysterious woman stood up and a waiter rushed towards her. He stared at her empty table and asked, "Don't you want anything, ma'am?"
She slipped a fifty dollar bill into his hand and said,
"No, thank you. I have all I need."
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