| 'She’s has to be one of the prettiest women I have ever seen in my life,' Mark thought watching her talk between sips of her virgin margarita. “Why do I feel like I’m doing all the talking?” she asked with a smirk. Mark smiled and sipped his margarita as well. “I’ve tried to shut you up a few times, but it didn’t work.” She blushed. “I’m sorry.” “I’m kidding.” He said smiling at her again. 'I’ve never smiled this much in a day in my life.' Gabby took a deep breath as a long comfortable silence passed between them. They both felt so natural being quiet like this. “So, what do you do?” Mark asked breaking the silence and easing her thoughts away from her examination of his face. “Work or pleasure?” she asked, a teasing glint in her eye. He winked. “Both.” Gabby stifled a giggle that hadn’t showed itself since she was a teenager. “Well as far as working goes, I’m an accountant.” “Pleasure?” Mark asked, nudging her foot with him playfully. 'YOU!' She wanted to scream. “I do some modeling.” He nudged her foot again. “Playboy?” She nudged back. “Kitchen appliances.” “Really?” He asked, seeming frightened. She shook her head and laughed rubbing her ankle across his. “Versace... Hillfiger,” she said seriously. He looked very impressed. “Cool, I can’t believe I haven’t seen you.”She pulled her foot away from his and crossed her legs revealingly. “Well, unless you’re a big reader of women’s magazines I don’t suppose you would.” She watched Mark’s eyes wander to her slender, tan legs. She sipped her drink and forced her eyes off of his chest, only to find his face once again equally appealing. “So where’s your fiancée?” He asked looking at her face again. She bristled at the mention of David. “Getting breakfast. He thinks I’m asleep in bed.” Mark shook his head. “Do you always lie to the men you’re with, or it this a new thing?” Gabby’s eyes got hard and she looked at him angrily. “Excuse me?” she asked. “It’s a simple a question, Gabby,” he stated looking even sexier when he knew he was right. “Ugh!” she snapped in disgust as she slid off the barstool, she turned furiously and stalked off. “Gabby! I’m sorry, Gabby come on!” He pleaded as he called after her. “Gabriella!” But she disappeared behind the corner with a dismissive wave of her hand to him. Mark wanted to slug himself, 'Great job man…' Gabby became less and less angry with Mark as she got to her and David’s hotel room. He was just wondering if she lied to all the men she was with. And she didn’t…Just to David. Gabby swung open the door and entered their huge hotel suite. David was sitting at the breakfast table looking really grumpy. “Where the hell have you been?” He demanded, his voice was much angrier than he looked. Gabby looked at him incredulously. “Do not assume you can talk to me that way David! I am not your ossession!” she snapped. “You’re my wife!” He yelled, rising from the table, glaring. “Not yet, I’m not. And until I say ‘I do’, I won’t be!” She stormed passed him and out of the room. Gabby collapsed weakly on the unmade bed and closed her eyes, as tears of fury filled them. She hated feeling this way and she didn’t know what to think. She and David had never fought, in the half a year they had been together. She opened and closed her eyes thinking of Mark… “Mark.” She whispered feeling her hair stand on end at the thought of him. Her stomach twisted painfully as she imagined herself seeing him again…She didn’t know what she’d do. “Please David, will you turn that music down?” Gabby walked into the living room. The music wasn’t bad; it was actually the only band David liked that she could listen to without getting sick. The band was called Creed, and she liked it…JUST NOT SO LOUD! “Fine.” David muttered, twisting the volume knob to the left just a little. “Thank you.” Gabby said grabbing her purse and heading to the door. “Where are you going all dressed up at 7:00 at night?” He asked testily. Gabby cringed before she turned back to look at him. The look on his face…she didn’t hardly recognize it. “I’m in one of the most beautiful places on Earth, so forgive me if I don’t want to hang out in the hotel room with you.” She glared at him and took a step towards the door. She heard a crack and David gasped. “Damn it!” He snapped. Gabriella looked down and pulled her foot back. She bent down, picking up the CD. “I can’t believe you did that,” he spat, not rising from his position on the couch. “You shouldn’t of left it on the ground… I’m sorry,” she said, touching the slender crack her tall shoe had left. She opened the case and pulled out the CD booklet to take a glance at the band. She didn’t even know any of the band member’s names. It wasn’t exactly her kind of music. “What are you looking for?” David asked. Suddenly, Gabriella couldn’t form words; she could scarcely breath she was in such shock. Mark was there next to a guy as fine as him with long dark hair. His name was Mark Tremonti. “Holy sh- I mean wow, interesting looking guys.” she recovered quickly. She knew the blood had drained from her face. She handed the case to David with shaking hands. “You okay? You look a little pale.” David sounded concerned. “Nothing, see you later.” She turned quickly and left. She was engaged and she had a crush on a rock star. Mark relaxed the day away. Well, he relaxed for at least five minutes, the rest of the time he was thinking about her. Gabriella Sergio, she was Italian like him. He’d found out her full name from her wallet, which she had left behind when she’d furiously departed earlier. He supposed he had this way of being terribly honest…Gabby. Her name filled his thoughts, her laugh… her face, her body… Everything about her was perfect. No wonder she was a model. 'Get over it man!' He told himself as he walked into the restaurant on the ocean side. It was dimly lit and made him want to see her desperately. “Right this way Sir.” A short man, wearing glasses and a suit said. Mark sat down at a booth and waited for the waiter. He checked his watch, 7:30. Already his second day was going to be over. He heard a familiar voice from across the room. Mark looked and he saw her. His heart stopped at the mere sight of her. She was wearing a dark-red shirt that was so low cut it made his body go numb, and a black skirt that looked extremely impressive from his angle. From here he could see the shimmering body glitter that was across her arms and chest. She was looking pleadingly at the man who had seated him. She didn’t have her wallet and she didn’t know where it had gone. Mark reached deeply in his pocket. Gabby bit her bottom lip and looked up at the man in the nice suit. “Look, I am really sorry. If I can just walk back to my hotel room and get my fiancée…” “I’m sorry Ma’am, it’s against our restaurant’s policy.” “Well can I at least call him.” “That won’t be necessary.” Chills raced from Gabriella’s toes to the rest of her body, leaving trails of goose bumps across her cleavage and up her neck. She dared herself to look over her shoulder. Mark was standing behind her holding her wallet out to her. She acted calm and collected. “Thanks.” “No problem,” Mark said feeling warmth spread over his entire being. Gabby faced the man and plucked out a twenty. "Keep the change.” She said rising from the table. She had given him less than the ‘proper’ amount, but at this point she just wanted to get out of there, plus he annoyed her. She and Mark didn’t say a word as they left the place together. |