Baggage & Buttons by C. J. Fallowfield Page A

else Mia. Bringing someone to my home’s personal for me, it means
something. It shows things about my life that I don’t necessarily want others
to know.’
    ‘Like your Porsche sitting outside? You told me you
had a push bike,’ I smiled.
    ‘I do have a push bike, but the Porsche is my dad’s,
as is the Range Rover. Mine’s the TT.’
    ‘O right, it’s a very sexy looking car and your house
is amazing,’ I said, as I looked around the room again, taking it all in.
    ‘Dad’s pretty well off,’ Gabe shrugged.
    ‘So he bought your car for you?’
    ‘No, I received a substantial trust fund when I turned
eighteen from a life insurance policy mum had. I don’t tell people, or often
use the car at Uni, as I only want friends who like me for me and not because I
have a sports car and some money.’
    ‘Damn it, we better end this then as that was all I
was interested in you for, for me and my illegitimate baby of course,’ I
giggled. He gave me a mock scowl and picked me up and spun me around kissing
me. ‘Gabe?’
    ‘Yes?’
    ‘Thank you for inviting me.’
    ‘You’re welcome baby.’
    ‘I need to tell you something.’
    ‘O god is this to do with your thing for older mature
blond men? Are you dumping me for my dad?’ he said with a grin as he put me
down.
    ‘Very funny. He’s very attractive though. I can
see where you got your jawline, cheekbones and hair from.’
    ‘Wait until you see a picture of mum, she was so
beautiful,’ he sighed, with a sad smile.
    ‘I’d love to see her,’ I said softly and kissed him again,
hoping to take his mind off her.
    ‘So what did you want to tell me?’
    ‘I don’t like to tell people things either, in case
they get the wrong impression, so I haven’t lied to you, but I didn’t correct
you when you made the wrong assumption.’
    ‘With what?’
    ‘My family’s comfortably off and I don’t rent my
apartment, it was purchased for me outright and it’s in my name.’
    ‘So you’re saying that I picked a girl with money?
Excellent.’
    ‘You’re not cross?’
    ‘No,’ he said with a shake of his head. ‘You didn’t
lie to me, it was an error of omission and I can totally understand wanting
people to get to know you for you and not want to be with you because of your
car, house or status.’
    ‘I don’t have a car, they offered to get me one for my
eighteenth, but I figured I’d be coming to a town or city for Uni with trains,
buses and taxis and I like a drink now and again. Why have all that extra
expense?’
    ‘Well now you have me to drive you wherever you need
to go, I’ll be your personal chauffeur.’
    ‘Will you wear a suit and hat?’ I asked, putting my
arms around his neck.
    ‘Why would that turn you on?’ he looked down at me with
an amused twinkle in his eyes.
    ‘I love men in suits and the thought of you
driving your sexy sporty car in one, then fucking me in it is very exciting,’ I nodded, feeling my core warm at the thought.
    ‘Hmmm, then I shall add that to my list of places we
need to do it in,’ he murmured as he kissed my neck.
    ‘How long’s the list?’ I sighed happily.
    ‘It’s growing, as am I. Please can we move onto
another topic before I ditch dinner and my dad and take you right here?’
    ‘You could be Professor Plum and take me in the
kitchen with the rolling pin,’ I teased.
    ‘Mia please,’ he implored, as I felt him hardening
against my hip.
    ‘Sorry.’
    ‘We’ll go and get you changed first. If you don’t mind
I’d like to ask him to eat with us before he goes, I don’t see him often and he
was really excited about meeting you. Though I imagine he got a bit more
excitement than he bargained for.’
    ‘Gabe I’ve got no other clothes, I only brought a bra
and some spare knickers.’
    ‘Well you can’t sit in your mac eating dinner with us.
Come on, it’s ready so I’ll put it in the oven to keep warm until I find you
something to wear.’
    He took my hand and led me back into the hall