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settled. The spare room is to your left and the bathroom is right next to it,” Gabe explained.
    I washed up quickly, allowing myself just a few minutes to bask in the comforting stream of warm water and the wonderful smell of the herby soap that Gabe kept in the shower. Every detail about him was masculine in the sexiest way imaginable.
     
    By the time I had dried off and changed into a clean dress, Gabe had whipped up a delicious looking pasta dinner complete with a tasty side salad. I could feel my stomach growling as the scent of garlic wafted from the kitchen. I hadn’t eaten for over a day and it was only just hitting me that I was famished.
     
    “That smells delicious,” I said as I walked into the kitchen where Gabe was expertly plating our food.
     
    “You look gorgeous,” Gabe replied, his eyes sweeping over my body. “And your timing is perfect. Let’s eat. You look very hungry, even though you look less sad now.”
     
    I couldn’t help matching his infectious smile with my own. Being around Gabe just made me happier, made me feel like there was still hope.
     
    The dinner was delicious. I had to suppress a few moans as the warm, savory pasta hit my lips. But Gabe seemed appeared to appreciate my love of food and urged me to take another helping.  Once my ravenous hunger was sated, I found myself chatting away happily with my gorgeous host. We talked about our favorite movies and works of literature, and he asked me about my family and my work as an artist. I shyly showed him a few of my recent works that I had managed to bring with me and he really studied them, asking me questions as he looked.
     
    “These are truly beautiful, Marissa,” he said quietly.  “They are haunting. You have such a real talent. Please don’t give up on it.”
     
    “I wish I didn’t have to,” I replied sadly. “I just don’t have any other options left.”
     
    Gabe studied me for a few minutes, seeming to weigh invisible factors in his mind. He took my hands in his and looked deeply into my eyes, his sharp green and golden irises searching my face for an answer to his unasked question.
     
    “Marissa, there is something I need to tell you. It isn’t something I expected to tell you, especially so soon after meeting you. But my heart is telling me that you are trustworthy and that you deserve the truth.”
     
    “The truth?” I asked, suddenly feeling very confused.
     
    “Yes. The truth is that I am a billionaire. My family has always been incredibly wealthy and I was just picked to take over my father oil empire. This apartment is just one of many I own. I travel a lot for business and I’ve just never met a woman who wasn’t only interested in me for my money and really captured my heart. I…I’ve fallen deeply for you, very fast. I truly believe you are meant to be mine and I am meant to be yours. In fact, our company has been searching for a new artist, to draw designs for our new offices, paint the official portraits to be hung in our lobby, and several other important assignments. When I saw your paintings I knew that it was mean to be.”
     
    Gabe stopped and looked at me with a mixture of hope and worry. I tried to sort through my jumbled thoughts, but my head was buzzing. He must be crazy, right? It couldn’t possibly be true. He was a billionaire?
     
    “Did I scare you off?” he asked nervously, looking into my eyes with an almost pleading expression.
     
    “No, I’m not scared. Just…shocked,” I said, reaching out to touch his chest, to make sure he was real. He felt hard and warm, a real man.
     
    Gabe pulled me to him, holding me tightly against his chest. And then suddenly, our lips were pressing together, his soft, warm mouth gently massaging mine, then devouring it. We kissed hungrily, passionately, our need and desire burning hotter with each passing moment.
     
    I could feel the stiff bulge in Gabe’s pants growing larger and harder as it pressed against me. I could feel the

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