Jezebel by K. Larsen

Author:K. Larsen [Larsen, K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Amazon: B00UK2DUWI
Publisher: K. Larsen
Published: 2015-06-04T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Celeste

Paris 1989

Celeste loved watching Gabriel work. It was as though nothing else in the world existed except that very moment. His white lab coat suited his frame and his pocket protector was adorable and made her giggle. She watched his mouth pucker as his brow furrowed, a sure sign he was stumped.

Monique, his assistant, said something she couldn’t hear. He laughed, brushed a swath of dark blond hair out of his eyes and tied his hair back in a low ponytail. Celeste loved his laugh—it was throaty and deep and sent her pulse racing. She watched Monique and realized their expressions mimicked each other’s. Her pulse raced for her husband but her blood boiled over his assistant as she looked at him from under her veil of black eyelashes.

She knocked on the glass barrier between them securing his attention. A wide, dimpled grin appeared on his face that made her feel warm inside. She noted Monique’s expression fall but paid it no attention.

“Quand on parle du loup,” speak of the devil, Gabriel said opening the door and stepping into the corridor. She chewed her lip to keep from saying something she might regret involving Monique.

Monique stepped out of the lab behind him, her mouth settled into a grim line. “You’re not due here for another four hours,” she stated. “Gabriel,” she nearly purred his name, “we have a lot to tie up.”

Celeste’s nostrils flared. She peeled her eyes from Monique and set them on her husband and held up a full white paper sack. “I come bearing lunch. My husband has to eat right?”

“We ate.” Monique commented before Gabriel had a chance to speak.

Incredulous, Celeste drew a deep breath in and chose instead to focus on her husband.

“It was a snack,” Gabriel scoffed, “I’d love to have lunch with you. I’m the luckiest lab rat here you know—stunning wife bringing me lunch.” Monique made a garbled sound and speared Celeste with a murderous look before stomping away.

“Gabriel, can’t you do something about her?” she pouted.

“Celeste,” he drew her name out in that sexy way only Gabriel could, “she’s harmless. It’s a pathetic crush that I don’t respond too. You are the only woman for me.” He rubbed his palm on his forehead as though he had a headache.

“Are you feeling okay?” she asked.

“Yes, just tired and stumped today, Il y a quelque chose qui cloche and I can’t figure it out.” Something’s amiss. “What did you bring for lunch?” Celeste smiled at him and ran off the list of things she’d picked up as his hand landed on the small of her back and guided them toward his office.

When they had finished the bulk of the food she had brought, he propped her up on his desk and placed a fresh cherry into her mouth. His eyes grew dark as she bit into the flesh surrounding the pit. Cherry juice trickled down her chin as he removed the pit from her mouth for her. His thumb caught it and wiped it up.

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