Filed to story: Gavin Landry and Judy Werewolf Story
I bit my lower lip and stared into his eyes ; he was looking at my mouth with a hungry expression and my chest tightened slightly.
I nodded, giving him permission to kiss me.
A smile tipped the corner of his lips as he bent down and pressed his lips tenderly against mine.
Third Person POV
Ethan and Irene arrived at the gallery ; after some convincing, Irene finally relented and went with Ethan.
She wasnt really in the mood to go anywhere this evening, but he insisted that they needed a date night and a better place than the Silver Crescent Light Gallery.
Get yourself something to eat, Ethan said, handing her his card.
Ill be right back.
She nodded and went towards the food cart, not bothering to argue with him.
He walked around the gallery for a moment, trying to get a glimpse of Judy.
He knew that she was here this evening, and he was determined to get her alone so they could talk.
When he found her, his entire stomach twisted.
She was alone with Walter, and they were kissing ! He reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone, knowing he had to begin the next phase of his plan.before he lost her entirely.
He brought up his subordinate phone number and pressed the phone to his ear.
Boss, his subordinate said on the other end.
Its go time, he said darkly.
I need you to do what we discussed earlier.
There was silence on the other end and then a dark chuckle.
Gladly.
His subordinate had been waiting for this moment.
Judys POV
He kissed you?! Nan shrieked on the phone the next afternoon.
I had to pull the phone away from my ear at the sound of her loud voice.
Yes, I told her.
It was unexpected.
The Uber driver parked the car outside of Gavins villa.
I thanked him before handing him his tip and got out of the car.
Nan, I have to go, I just got to work, I told her, rushing her off the phone as I ascended the steps that led to the front door.
Okay, but you have to call me later.
I need all the details, she told me.
Will do, I assured her, and then I hung up the phone.
Truth be told, there werent many details to tell her.
The kiss was decent enough, but it wasnt anything to write home about.
It didnt ignite my passion or leave me feeling breathless … it didnt even make my legs weak.
It was nothing like the kiss Ive shared with Gavin in the past.
My cheeks warmed at the thought.
Why was Gavin popping up in my head at moments like these? I should not be thinking about Gavin or his kisses.
That was the last thing I should be thinking about right now.
But even during my date last night when I was with Walter, I couldnt help but wonder what it would have been like to be with Gavin.
To have Gavins arms wrapped around me while we danced under the moonlight to beautiful jazz music.
What it would have been like to have his lips pressed against mine during the heat of the passion and to know that I was the only one he wanted to be with.
I needed to get a grip on myself because those thoughts were ridiculous.
Those things could never happen.
He was my boss and nothing more.
Just because we almost had sex that one time, doesnt mean he has any type of feelings towards me.
If anything, he felt the opposite.
He thought of me as a showgirl.
Someone he can have one night stands with and never see again.
The thought left an unsettled feeling in my chest that swallowed down.
Adam stood at the doorway with an indifferent look on his face.
I knew he was still upset with me for making him look foolish in front of his boss.
Now, he wasnt even allowed to speak in the presence of Gavin.
Its not like it was my fault ; Adam was the one who was trying to get me fired the moment I got the job.
I still didnt understand why that was ; I mean Adam was the one who invited me to apply for this job in the first place.
Master Matthew is waiting for you in the parlor, he told me.
Hes already gotten a head start on his homework.
I think hes eager to spar this evening.
I smiled at the thought.
Thanks, Adam, I said to him, trying to be polite.
I didnt want any bad blood between us, but that also depended on him as well.
He nodded and I went on my way to the back parlor where Mathew was buried in his book and taking notes in his notebook.
I smiled at the sight, but then my smile faltered when I saw who was seated on the loveseat across the room, scrolling through her phone.
When I entered the room, she looked up and gave me a wry smile.
Hello, Judy, she greeted ; her voice sounding almost sad.