Reflected in You by Sylvia Day PDF BookI loved New York with the kind of mad passion I reserved for only one other thing in my life. The city was a microcosm of new world opportunities and old world traditions. Conservatives rubbed shoulders with bohemians. Oddities coexisted with priceless rarities.The pulsing energy of the city fueled international business bloodlines and drew people from all over the world.And the embodiment of all that
vibrancy, driving ambition, and worldrenowned power had just screwed me to two toe-curlingly awesome orgasms.As I padded over to his massive walk-in closet, I glanced at Gideon Cross’s sex-rumpled bed and shivered with remembered pleasure. My hair was still damp from a shower, and the towel wrapped around me was my only article of clothing. I had an hour and a half before I had to be at work, which was cutting it a little too close for comfort. Obviously, I was going to have to allot time in my morning routine for sex, otherwise I’d always be scrambling. Gideon woke up ready to conquer the world, and he liked to start that domination with me.
ElevatorWhen Megumi and I stepped into an elevator, I hit the button for the top floor.“I’ll be back in five minutes, if anyone asks,” I told her, as she stepped off at Waters Field & Leaman.“Give him a kiss for me, will you?”she said, playfully fanning herself. “Makes
me hot just thinking about living vicariously through you.”I managed a smile before the doors closed and the car continued its ascent.
When it reached the end of the line, I exited into a tastefully ornate and undeniably masculine entrance foyer.Smoky glass security doors were sandblasted with CROSS INDUSTRIES and softened by hanging baskets of ferns and lilies.Gideon’s redheaded receptionist was unusually cooperative and buzzed me in before I reached the door. Then she grinned at me in a way that got my back up.I’d always gotten the impression she didn’t like me, so I didn’t trust that smile for a minute. It made me twitchy. Still, I waved and said hello, because I wasn’t a catty bitch—unless I was given good reason to be.I took the long hallway that led to Gideon, stopping at a large secondary reception area where his secretary, Scott,manned the desk.
Home TravelingI’d just barely finished repacking my bag for the trip home when I heard the unmistakable sound of Gideon’s voice in the living room. A rush of adrenaline pumped through my veins. Gideon had yet to say a word to me about what I’d done,even though we’d talked the night before after Cary and I had gotten back from clubbing and again this morning when I’d woken up.Feigning ignorance was slightly nerve-racking. I’d wondered if Clancy had even managed to do what I had asked of him, but when I double-checked with my stepdad’s bodyguard, he assured me that all was going as I’d planned.
On bare feet, I padded over to the open door of my bedroom just in time to see Cary walk out the door of our suite.Gideon stood alone in the small foyer, his inscrutable gaze on me as if he’d expected me to appear at any moment. He wore loose-fitting jeans and a black T-shirt, and I’d missed the sight of him so much my eyes stung.“Hi, angel.”The fingers of my right hand toyed restlessly with the material of my black yoga pants. “Hi, ace.”His beautifully etched lips thinned for a moment. “Is there a particular meaning behind that endearment?”“Well . . . you ace everything you do.And it’s the nickname of a fictionalcharacter I have a crush on. You remind me of him sometimes.”“I’m not sure I like you having a crushon anyone but me, fictional or not.”
Tuesday MorningI had to get up before dawn Tuesday morning. I left a note for Cary where he’d see it as soon as he woke up, then headed out to grab a cab back to our place. I showered, dressed, made coffee, and tried to talk myself out of feeling like something was off. I was stressed and suffering from lack of sleep, which always led to tiny bouts of depression.I told myself that it had nothing to do with Gideon, but the knot in my stomach said differently.
Looking at the clock, I saw it was a little after eight. I’d have to leave soon,because Gideon hadn’t called or texted to say that he’d be giving me a ride. It had been almost twenty-four hours since I’d last seen him or even really talked to him.The call I’d made to him at nine the night before had been less than brief. He’d been in the middle of something and barely said hello and good-bye.I knew he had a lot of work to do. I knew I shouldn’t resent him for having to pay for the time away with extra hours of work getting caught up. He’d done a lot to help me deal with Cary’s situation, more than anyone could’ve expected. It was up to me to deal with how I was feeling about it.Finishing my coffee, I rinsed out my mug, then grabbed my purse and bag on the way out. My tree-lined street was quiet,but the rest of New York was wide awake,its ceaseless energy thrumming with a tangible force. Women in chic office wear and men in suits tried to hail taxis that streaked by, before settling for packed buses or the subway instead. Flower stands exploded with brilliant color, the sight of them always capable of cheering me up in the morning, as did the sight and smell of the neighborhood bakery, which was doing a brisk business at that hour.I was a little ways down Broadway before my phone rang.