Free Romancing Sal Gabrini 2: A Woman's Touch by Mallory Monroe

that,” Sal said, licking her with longer strokes.   When he began to eat her, she arched.   When he ate her deeper and deeper, and took
one of his sensual bites into her, she screamed.

 
    Two
hours later, at her law office in North Vegas, Gemma leaned back in the swivel
chair behind her desk.   After that
session with Sal this morning, she ended up bathing again, putting on her
outfit - a light blue skirt suit, and hurrying to her office, leaving him in
deep discussion with his two visitors.   Now she was on the phone, and the conversation was on the verge of
contentiousness.   Her paralegal, Barbara
Jiles, was standing beside her desk.   Marsh Denning was seated in front of her desk.
    “I
understand you’re a busy man,” Gemma said to her phone mate.   “I’m a busy woman.   But my secretary has phoned requesting
payment, my para has phoned requesting payment, and promises were made.   But we still haven’t received a single
payment.”
    She
listened.   She even rolled her eyes,
prompting Barbara and Marsh to smile.
    “I
understand that, Doug,” she said.   “But
this is a business too.   We can’t
keep---”   And then another round of
listening, this one longer than the previous one.
    “I
understand . . . No, it’s true, there are times . . .”   Then Gemma had it. “You have five days,” she
interrupted the man on the phone.   “If I
do not receive a payment for my services rendered within that time, be prepared
to hire more lawyers and owe even more money because you will be sued.”   And instead of waiting for his heated
response, she hung up the phone.
    “Don’t
you hate when it comes to that?” Marsh asked.
    “Hate
it,” Gemma admitted.
    “Thanks
boss,” Barbara said.   “We were getting
nowhere fast with him.”
    “Mark
the calendar,” Gem ordered her para.   “Five days and five days only.   Our word is all we have in matters like this. Once he realizes we mean
business, hopefully he’ll pay up.”
    “Yes,
ma’am,” Barbara said, and began leaving.
    “And
if he doesn’t pay up?” Marsh asked.   “You’ll take him to court?”
    “I’ve
done it before.”
    Marsh
laughed.   “You’re a better man than I am.   I just give up.”
    “Well
maybe you can afford to give up.   I
can’t.”
    “That’s
not what I heard.”
    That
sounded odd to Gemma. Why would he hear anything about her state of
finances?   “Excuse me?” she asked.
    “Little
birdy told me that you were having a little something-something with Salvatore
Luciano Gabrini.”
    For
some reason Gemma hated to have Sal’s name tossed around like that.   “Oh yeah?”
    “Oh
yeah.   That’s what I heard.”
    “And
who exactly did you hear this from?”
    “Courthouse
gossip.   What else?   I asked if anybody knew you when I first hit
town, and a few people mentioned that they did.   But then one or two mentioned that weren’t you the lawyer dating Reno
Gabrini’s cousin.   I said who the heck
was Reno Gabrini.   They said he owned the
PaLargio.   When I heard that, it was like
‘nuff said.   Gemma done good.   She’s rolling in the dough, right?”
    “Wrong,”
Gemma said.
    “So
that guy you were kissing on yesterday right there in the courthouse lobby wasn’t
Salvatore Luciano Gabrini?”   Marsh
smiled.   “I did my homework, you see.”
    “Right.   Well.   Let’s get one thing straight right here and right now.”
    “Uh-oh,”
Marsh said.   “Sounds like Come to Jesus meeting time.”
    But
it was no laughing matter to Gemma.   “I
agreed to meet with you, although you showed up without an appointment, because
you needed the consult.   But what I am
not interested in is anything beyond a professional relationship with you or
anybody else.   Is that clear, Marsh?”
    “Completely,”
Marsh replied.   “Perish the thought that
I could ever want anything more than that with you.”
    “Sure
buddy, and you were just playing around at that convention in