Free GianMarco by Eve Vaughn Page B

could believe that things had gone so far.
    Maggie crossed her arms over her breasts, a look of shame and mortification in her
     eyes. “God, we were behaving like a couple of teenagers.”
    GianMarco stood up abruptly. “Oh, God, Maggie. I’m sorry for my inappropriate behavior.
     It won’t happen again.” He adjusted his rumpled clothing. “I will completely understand
     if you no longer wish to work for us.” He hurried to the door and refused to look
     back.
     
    Maggie sat with her arms still crossed over her bare bosom as she watched him walk
     out the door. Did that just happen? Her panties were damp from his touch. Had the
     phone not rung, she would have let him make love to her. She shivered, remembering
     the feel of his hands against her body. The look of raw desire in his eyes had made
     her feel as beautiful and sexy as he had claimed her to be. Toward the end of their
     marriage, Eugene had made excuses not to touch her, and when he did, he would point
     out all of her flaws, killing her libido and self-confidence. If she were truly being
     honest with herself, Eugene had never inspired her to such great heights of passion.
     GianMarco had made her feel more desirable in their brief encounter than the entire
     time she had been married to Eugene.
    Montana had been right. Maggie was clinging to something that hadn’t been real, not
     because of some great love for Eugene but because she was had lacked the confidence
     in herself to stand on her own. The phone rang again, bringing Maggie out of her silent
     musings. Hastily, she pulled her blouse back on, not bothering to search for her bra.
    She smiled when she saw her son’s number on the caller ID. “Hi, sweetie. I got your
     message earlier. That was thoughtful of you.”
    “I have to look out for my favorite girl. I didn’t expect you to be home so early.
     I was going to leave you another message.” He didn’t sound like his usually exuberant
     self.
    Worry creased her brows. “Is everything all right?”
    There was a brief hesitation before he answered. “Yes. I’m fine. How’s the job coming
     along?” His quick change of subject made it apparent something was indeed up.
    “I made it through the day. I met my new boss.” He didn’t need to know details, particularly
     what happened right here in her apartment. She was still trying to put the pieces
     together and how would she deal with GianMarco when she saw him again.
    “That sounds cryptic. Usually when someone asks you how your day went you either good
     or bad.”
    “My day was fine. You’re the one who seems to be holding something back. I can tell
     that something is bothering you. A mother knows these things.”
    “Nothing is wrong. Actually, things are fantastic, but there’s something I need to
     discuss with you.”
    “You can tell me anything, honey.”
    “I’d rather tell you face-to-face. Do you think you can spare an hour for lunch with
     me sometime this week?”
    “The office closes from noon to one-thirty so I’m available then. Just name the place.”
    “Great, how about that pizzeria we liked so much on Connecticut Avenue?”
    “Okay, let’s try for the end of the week, though. The work situation is a little weird
     right now.”
    “How are things going?”
    “They’re fine. It’s only my first week so there’s a lot to take in.”
    “Understandable. You’ll get the hang of it. I have faith in you.”
    “Thanks, honey. So how did your midterms go?”
    “Pretty good. Better than expected, actually. I’m on track to graduate with my Master’s
     degree by the end of the semester, and then I’ll be able to tell Dad to shove off.”
    “Darren, you know I don’t like it when you talk about your father that way. I think
     it’s very generous of him to finance your education. Not many parents would pay for
     their children’s schooling beyond college.”
    “How can you defend him after the way he treated you? The only reason I haven’t told