Chapter Three
An enraged Gabrielle tore down two flights of stairs with nothing but a towel to cover her chest and ass, a turban holding her wet hair inside. Angrily spewing a rash tirade she made her way across the foyer bolting into the library without knocking. She found Robert working at his desk.
“How dare you take my clothes away!” she charged him, her eyes spitting fire.
Only as she reached his desk did she take a moment to notice two men sitting in conference with him, both shocked by the woman’s unexpected appearance. Robert remained supremely calm.
“You have a problem with your clothes?” he asked.
“Don’t play innocent, you had them taken. My closet is empty. What did you do with my stuff! I want it back now!”
“That won’t be possible, Gabrielle,” he calmly replied. “I assum
