"You leave that part up to me," Gillian responded, returning the smile. "By the time I'm done, those men will be putty in my hands, or so I hope. Just to be safe, don't tell them I said that."
Duff chuckled in response as the car pulled up to the small restaurant. He then pulled out his cell phone and called his second in command to bark off a few orders before he looked at Gillian and said, "You sit here with me until the men check out the place. Understand? Once we get the green light, we can go in and feed that belly of yours. I hope this burger is worth the trouble you'll be in once John gets home."
"Oh, it will be, Duff." Gillian grinned ear-to-ear. "It will be."
Chapter 4
Gillian slipped into the sexy pink and white pajama set before brushing out her hair and pulling it into a loose bun. Looking at the bedside clock, she let out a loud sigh. It was half past ten and she wasn't even tired. In fact, she was bored and feeling quite hungry. She had already talked with Stewart about getting some Christmas decorations and taking a bath. John had not called her since she had gotten home, but he had told her that he may not be able to, due to multiple meetings. The Brit clearly didn't keep normal office hours, but then neither did she, being a doctor. Gillian had already decided that she was going to go back to work even if John didn't approve. Honestly, she missed her job and had no intention of living off the billionaire. It bothered her to use John's credit card today, especially since their relationship was so new, but she had done it to keep him from getting upset.
Heading out of John's personal suite, Gillian made her way downstairs. Maybe she could find a book downstairs in his library to read. Or maybe she could spend some more time with her buddy Duff. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Gillian heard men talking. Rounding the corner to see who was there, Gillian ran smack dab into a brick wall of muscle. When she stumbled back, she was caught by two strong arms. Looking up, a smile lit her beautiful face.
"Patrick!" Gillian exclaimed before throwing her arms around the large Irishman's neck. She was unprepared for him to pick her up and slam his mouth down on hers. Gillian immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and brought her tongue into play. Her slim, porcelain fingers massaged his scalp as Patrick fondled her bottom.
"Damn! I want a welcome home like that." Duff laughed as he entered the room behind the Irishman. The smile remained on his face as he watched Gillian almost jump out of Patrick's arms. Hearing Patrick growl and crack his neck, Duff chuckled and said in Gaelic, so only they could understand, "I'm just trying to save your life, laddie. If Johnny knew you made it home before he did and fucked his woman, he might beat your ass."
Flipping off the Scottish man, Patrick closed his turquoise eyes a moment as he clenched his jaw tightly. When he opened them, he saw Gillian standing there staring at him with eyes that reminded him of his Irish homeland. Like John, Patrick had absolutely no control over his emotions when the American was near. He wanted to be balls deep inside of her, and the rest of the world be damned! Even now, his eyes roamed over her skimpy attire, and his dick twitched with life. From her large, porcelain breasts to her wide hips and long legs, everything about this woman was made for delicious, sinful sex!
"Patrick, are you okay?" Gillian asked, stepping forward to touch his masculine face. The man was growing somewhat of a beard, and it made him even more ruggedly good looking. Casting her eyes downward, Gillian started to chew on her lip nervously. Maybe she had overstepped her boundaries with the Irishman, and he was angry at her. Pulling her hand back from his face, she began to fidget with her hands. "Look, um, welcome home. I was just heading to the kitchen to get myself something to eat. You want to join me?"
A soft smile touched Patrick's lips as he watched Gillian fidget. Grabbing her hands in his, his eyes met hers. "I would love to, actually. I'm starving myself. How are you feeling, lovey?"
The way Patrick's eyes roamed over her body as he licked his lips told Gillian exactly what he was hungry for. Clearing her throat as her clit tingled in her shorts, she said, "I'm feeling good. I think I'm pretty much healed. Um, if you want to follow me into the kitchen, I'll make us something to eat. Don't know if Ramsey believes in leftovers but—"
"I have a better idea," Patrick quickly interjected, stepping closer to Gillian. "I say we order some pizza, have a pint, and watch a movie. Maybe you and I could get to know one another better."
"Really?" Gillian smiled brilliantly. "I would love that!"
"Excellent," Patrick replied, loving the smile touching her lips. "Give me about a half hour, and I will meet you in the theater room. That will give me a chance to get out of this suit and order the pizza. What do you like on your pie?"
"Oh, you know…pepperoni, pineapple, black olives, bacon, extra cheese…the youzhe."
"Sounds utterly disgusting. No wonder you bloody Americans are crazy. Look what you put in your bodies!"
"Shut up; you'll love it. It'll be the best pizza you've ever had," Gillian scolded laughingly before standing on her tiptoes to kiss him quickly on the lips. When she pulled back, her eyes and face were breathtaking as she softly said, "I'm really glad you're home, Patrick. I'll let you get changed."
Patrick moaned loudly as he watched Gillian turn and walk toward the door of the room. He loved the way her apple shaped ass swayed provocatively with each step. With a handsome smile on his face and an Irish song on his lips, Patrick made his way toward the stairwell. Tonight, was going to be one he would never forget!
A few minutes later, Gillian was getting the theater room ready for her evening with Patrick. After pushing the chocolate colored, leather ottoman toward the reclining couch, the American stood up and looked around the room. Leave it to John to have a theater room that was almost the size of her old apartment. She wished her British lover had walked in the door with Patrick, but unfortunately, he had not. Gillian was eager to get to know the Irishman on a personal level, but she also could not deny the sexual attraction that raged between the two of them. Due to her enormous attraction to Patrick, Gillian planned on keeping her distance from him. Or at least, she hoped that she could. Besides, she really didn't know how John would feel about her having sex with Patrick alone. Her Pooh Bear clearly wanted their relationship to have some sort of limits, and Gillian would not now, or ever, betray John in any way. With a loud sigh, she sat down on the couch and pulled the blanket around her shoulders. What the hell was she going to do? She had just lost control of herself with Patrick moments ago, and now she was going to sit and watch a movie with him?
The smell of the pizza drifted into the room at the same time Patrick's cologne did. Her eyes immediately shot to the door as she watched the big, burly Irishman walk into the room with their dinner. Her mouth immediately began to water and she hungrily chewed on her bottom lip, but it was not due to the food. Patrick stood before her in a pair of soft, black knit pants that exposed the deep v shape of his lower abdominal muscles and a hint of pubic hair. Her eyes traveled up from his pelvic region to his hard, chiseled waist to a broad, well-defined, hairless chest. There was not an inch of fat anywhere on this man, and he looked just as good as John did without clothes. She then allowed her gaze to fall back to his groin where his massive cock lay beneath. Gillian could see the enormous, semi hard erection lightly outlined through his pants. She swallowed hard as her clit twitched and her pussy began to weep. Patrick was a living, breathing, Greek god with a body of perfection!