off.”
“We're doing what?” She moved past startled and into shocked.
“We're taking the day off of work.”
“We'll get behind. We need to get those files read.”
Philip stopped the car at a red light and looked over at Jennifer. “I
don't care about the files. In case I haven't been clear, you mean more to me
than work.”
Jennifer stared at him, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. He
wasn't just saying the words because he thought that's what he should say. He
was actually following through. He really meant them.
“So,” Jennifer paused, “where are we going?” She could barely get the
question out.
“My place.”
Philip was trying to sound nonchalant, but Jennifer knew how much this
meant. If what Eloisa had said before was true, that he couldn't even be in the
same room as other people for very long, then he didn't let people into his
house very often. That kind of step, Jennifer thought, deserved reciprocation.
She needed to come clean about who Brad was.
“The guy back at the apartment,” she began. “I don't know if you
remember meeting him before at the hotel, but he wasn't just some random guy
from my past.”
“I didn't think he was,” Philip said.
“You deserve to know the whole truth about him.” She spoke quickly, but
without glossing over the details.
By the time they'd entered the wealthy section of town, there were no
more secrets left.
“Thank you for telling me,” Philip said when Jennifer finished. “I know
that must not have been easy for you.”
“I just wanted to be totally honest with you. I think that's the only
way to have a strong relationship.”
“I agree,” Philip nodded.
Chapter 9
Philip drove into the most luxurious gated community Jennifer had ever
seen. He pulled into a private garage next to a gorgeous home. When he opened
the car door this time, he held out his hand. “So in the light of total
honesty, I have something I want to tell you.”
Jennifer tensed as she got out of the car. Philip moved towards her
until there was barely an inch between them.
His voice was low, the light in his eyes making Jennifer's mouth go dry
and other parts of her get very wet. “I honestly want to take you upstairs and
make love to you until neither of us can see straight.” He waited for a moment,
letting the words sink in, and then he took a step back before adding. “Let me
take care of you.”
Jennifer nodded mutely. How was she supposed to respond to that with
anything less than full agreement?
He reached out and took her uninjured hand and led her to the entrance
while she struggled not to gawk. The moment she stepped inside, however, that
became impossible. She'd known Philip was wealthy but when they were together,
she never really thought about it. Now, she realized that she hadn't had a
clue.
“One of the guest rooms is that way,” Philip gestured one way as he led
Jennifer in the opposite direction. “So is the media room.” As they stepped
through a doorway, he continued. “The library's back there.”
“A library?” Jennifer echoed. She knew, in theory, what he meant, but
it still sounded odd hearing someone talking about a library in their house.
Then again, considering the elegant piano in front of her and the expensive
artwork she saw lining every wall, it shouldn't surprise her.
“The dining room's through there,” Philip pointed. “And the kitchen's
to the right.” He pulled Jennifer after him through another doorway. “This is
the living room. I usually only use this for business parties. The media room's
where I usually relax.”
“Mm-hm,” Jennifer couldn't come up with a more articulate response. She
was too busy staring at the view.
“It's a bit hard to see from this angle,” Philip walked with her over
to the glass wall. “But the terrace surrounds a pool.”
“A pool.” She was beginning to feel like