Extraits

Before we stepped outside, he slid his jacket over my shoulders and said, "Let's go to your gym tomorrow."

I glanced at him. "Yours is nicer."

"Of course it is. But I'll go wherever you like."

"Someplace without helpful trainers named Daniel?" I asked sweetly.

"Would you go to couples therapy with me?"

The stroking of his fingers paused. He stood silently for a moment, breathing deeply.

"Just think about it," I suggested. "Maybe look into it, see what it's about."

"Am I doing this wrong? You and me? Am I fucking it up that much?"

I pulled back to look at him. "No, Gideon. You're perfect. Perfect for me, anyway. I'm crazy about you. I think you're - "

He kissed me. "I'll do it. I'll go."

"Did you get the flowers I sent?"

"Yes. They're lovely. Thank you."

"They reminded me of your dress."

What the hell was he doing? I was beginning to think he had multiple personality disorder. "Some women might say that's romantic."

"I only care what you say."

I felt Gideon approaching before I saw my mother's face light up like the New Year's ball in Times Square. Stanton, too, seemed to straighten and gather himself.

"Do you come here often?"

Shit. Where did that cliched line come from?

His hand dropped to my lap and caught one of mine, his fingers curling into my palm. "When necessary."

A quick stab of jealousy made me stiffen. I glared at him, even though I was mad at myself for caring either way. "What does that mean? When you're on the prowl?"

Gideon's mouth curved into a genuine smile that hit me hard. "When expensive decisions need to be made. I own this club, Eva."

-Rentre chez toi Gideon, articulai-je, le dos tourné, s'il te plait.

-Je suis chez moi.

Il m'encercla par derrière.

-Je suis avec toi.

Je serais ce que tu veux que je sois

— Est-ce que tu es fou, Gideon ?

Il pinça les lèvres.

— Tu me poses cette question sérieusement ?

— Oui. Le plus sérieusement du monde. Ma mère aussi espionne chacun de mes faits et gestes, vois-tu. Et elle est suivie par un psy. Tu vois un psy ?

— Non. Je devrais peut-être l’envisager. Tu me rends dingue ! 

"Tu es enfin tombé amoureux d'un type bien. On devrait fêter ça."

" Moi c'est plutôt à sa grossièreté que je pense. Je me suis sentie insultée par ses avances. J'ai horreur d'être perçue comme un vagin sur pattes."