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“Thanks. See you later. Don’t be late,” he says, pointing at Harry.

Harry waves him off dismissively, not looking at Jack as he types something on his phone. “I won’t.”

I wait for the door to close before asking, “So, Ali’s going to London with you?”

He looks up from his phone, grinning, showing his perfectly straight white teeth. “She sure is.”

“How did you convince her to do that?” I ask, picking up my mug of coffee.

“I fuck like a god, and she knew she couldn’t go too long without my cock.” I almost choke.

I shake my head. “I don’t know what she sees in you some days,” I tease.

“Like I said. I fuck like a god.” He grins and winks, and I roll my eyes.

“Are you planning on spending the night with Ali tonight?”

His brows furrow. “Erm, I guess so. Why? If this is you asking to join us, I’m gonna have to say no. I love you, but that would be fucking weird and besides, I’d have to break your hand if you touched her.”

“Oh, fuck off. I don’t wanna join, and I’d never touch Ali. I just wanna know if I need to cover your ass later with Gabriella so she doesn’t suspect anything. I’ll give her a ride home or something.”

“Uh, yeah, probably. Good thinking.” A thrill runs through me that I will be able to get Gabriella alone tonight and maybe move on to our next lesson. I pick up my phone and send a text to her.

Brad

Hey, I need to see you before dinner. What time will you be home?

The message shows as read instantly, and the three dots appear.

Gabriella

Why? Everything okay? I’m home now.

Brad

I have a gift for you. Are you alone?

Gabriella

A gift? What kind of gift? Yes, Ali won’t be back till after six.

Brad

Good, I’m on my way.

Less than an hour later, I’m outside Gabriella’s door clutching a pink gift bag. She opens the door, and steals my breath, wearing a red dress that hugs every curve and makes her tanned skin glow.

“Hey,” she says a little breathlessly, as if she ran to answer.

“Hey. You look…”

“It’s too much, isn’t it? I’m not wearing it. Ali left it out for me, but I decided against it.”

“Hot, Gabriella, you look insane. Red is your color.” Her cheeks flush the same shade as her dress, and she nervously tucks her long, wavy hair behind her ear.

“Come in.” She gestures, and I step inside.

“I’m just trying to get ready for tonight. What’s this gift you have for me?” She walks down the corridor and I follow like a dog on a leash, fixated on her round ass cheeks as the material moves with every step she takes.