Tommy Gabrini 4: Dapper Tom Begin Again by Mallory Monroe Page B

Seattle?”   She
looked down, at his pristine, designer suit.   “You don’t exactly look like you’re between employment.”
    Tommy
smiled.   “No, I work.   My brother and I own the Gabrini Corporation
based out of Seattle.”
    “The
Gabrini Corporation.   Sounds big.”
    Tommy
looked her dead in the eye.   She was no
shrinking violet.   She would know what he
meant.   “It’s big,” he said.
    Liz
smiled a sideways smile.   “You think of
everything, don’t you?   And here I was
trying to get a sneak peep at your shoes.”
    Tommy
laughed.   And as he did, she took that
peep anyway.
    Tommy
felt some kind of way about this woman.   He was only looking at her.   And
he’d only just gotten a good look at her.   But he already felt a sizzle.   And
when their eyes met for that brief moment, and both of them looked downward,
assessing the other’s body, he was already sold.   Which meant he had to have her.   He wanted to talk with her, yes.   He wanted to get to know her, sure.   But mainly, if he were to be honest, he
wanted to fuck her.
    “Well
Elizabeth,” Cassie said, as she placed her arm around Liz’s small waist, “are
you going to stay overnight too?”
    “I
am, if that’s okay.”
    “Of
course it’s okay!” Cassie responded.
    “I
have to go over to my bureau in Dubai, so Chelse and I will fly out of here
together.”
    “She
says you’re going to Dubai to audit her.   I said no way.   Right?”
    “Wrong,”
Liz said with a smile.   She would laugh
and joke with the best of them, but Tommy could see already that when it came
to business, she didn’t play.   “Her
bureau will most definitely be audited while I’m there.   I’ve got to make sure your generous daughter
isn’t letting the inmates run the asylum, as I believe she is.”
    “I
respect my reporters,” Chelsey said.   “I
give them wide latitude.”
    “And
they take it, and take it, and take it.   I’m going to remind them that Chelse is their bureau chief, but
ultimately they work for me.   And I’m not
Chelse.   I’ll fire a bitch.”
    Cassie
laughed again.   She seemed as enamored
with Liz as Tommy was.   “You have always
been too hard, dear.   Even when you were
little.   You can learn something from
Chelse.”
    Although
Liz respectfully said nothing, her expressive eyes said everything to
Tommy.   She appeared to be nearing the
end of her rope with Chelsey and her laidback style.
    “I
need to check on the grills,” Rodney said suddenly, and brushed past Cassie and
Liz.
    “Well
damn,” Liz said as he brushed past her.   She was the only one, it seemed to Tommy, who was calling him out on his
rudeness.
    But
Cassie continued to smile, although Tommy could see her hurt.   “He’s just overtired,” she said, took Chelsey
by one arm, and Liz by the other one.   “Let’s go out back too.   That’s
where the real food is.   Hungry, dear?”
she asked Chelsey as they headed toward the patio.
    Gemma
placed her arm on Sal’s.   “Let’s go,
bud,” she said.   “I may have to referee.”
    But
Sal frowned.   “What are you talking?   Why would you need to referee?”
    “Dad and
Chelse do not get along,” Gemma explained.   “They never have, they never will.   I need to referee.”   Then she
looked at Tommy.   “Coming too?”
    “I’m
going to make some phone calls,” he said, “but then I’ll be there.”
    “Use
Dad’s office,” Gemma insisted, as she and Sal followed the others.
    Tommy
stood there, staring at the gorgeous back of that gorgeous girl on Cassie’s
arm.   Liz Logan.   She was so fine, with that juicy, tight ass,
that his dick was throbbing just looking at her.   He had to have her.   He was stunned at how badly.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

CHAPTER FIVE

 
    Later
that evening, after everybody had eaten and Tommy had completed another round
of phone calls, he sat out on the patio with drink in hand, crossed his