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“Yes, because I’m not going to leave. That’s how it works.”
I groaned, my head falling back. I was off bed rest and had planned out an amazing dinner for just Emerson and me. But this enormous blonde cock-block was not getting the hint.
“David, I need you to go. As soon as Emerson gets home. Please.”
“We’ve already talked about this.”
“No, I brought it up, you shut it down.”
“So, we talked.”
“You’re infuriating. Are you married?”
“Yes.” David grinned at me. “You will love Allen. Just you wait, you two can lament to each other the stubborn natures of bodyguards and our inability to read between the lines.”
So, he did know what he was doing. I narrowed my eyes at him, holding a spatula up as if it were a weapon. “I’m going to seduce your boss tonight. I’m going to take my clothes off a dance a fucking jig if that’s what it takes, but I need you to not be here tonight. Do you get it?”
David raised his eyebrows, sending me a playful smile over his magazine. “Geez, you could’ve just said something. Clearly one of you needs to get laid.”
I glared at him, still shaking the spatula his way. “You are going to make me crazy. And are you even allowed to talk about your boss like that?”
He shrugged, sliding out of the barstool and heading towards the garage. “Probably not. You going to tell on me?”
“Probably not,” I called out after him. “You’re going?”
“I’m going.”
“All night, David.”
“You’ve got awfully high standards. Did you know that in most cases, men can only—” he responded, throwing the words over his shoulder as he moved to the door.
“Out!” I shouted, cutting him off and laughing as I pressed my hands to my ears.
When I looked back up, the living space was blessedly empty and it was just me, myself, and my rosemary potatoes. Sighing in relaxation, I moved back over to the oven and popped them in the dish to finish roasting. I knew Emerson would be home soon.
And while I loved this routine, I was sorely missing one very large aspect of it. Before, at my house, we’d opened a can of worms neither of us were ready to face. But now that I knew the feeling, the attraction, the brutal all-encompassing need was two ways, I was dying to have Emerson.
I wanted to feel his touch again, hear the rough tease of his voice as he stroked me into a frenzy. That’s what I wanted.
Because finding out he was Emerson the CEO had finally pushed through the final piece of the puzzle that was the man behind it all. And I was finding myself falling quite literally in love with him. And now I needed to know if this thing between was as explosive as I dreamed it might be.
Heat curled between my legs, making me stop by the counters and rub my thighs together. I was wet already, I knew it. And while I’d been good about staying in bed, staying quiet like the doctor told me, I had been given clearance to do whatever felt good from here on out.
And Emerson… I knew that man had to feel like pure, unadulterated sin.
God help me.
The door opened and closed with a soft alarmed beep, telling me it was Emerson coming in, not David back to gloat more about his attempts to ruin my seduction. I only had a moment to throw my stolen apron to the side before Emerson came around the corner, the picture of quiet sophistication in his dark suit and styled hair.
“Hello,” I said, feeling a stab of embarrassment at how low and husky my own voice was. Emerson must’ve noticed too because his steps slow as he approached. He stopped to drop his laptop on the table before coming around the corner of the kitchen.
“Hello to you. Did you do all of this?”
“Dinner is all ready, just resting in the oven now.”
“Dinner huh?”
“I wanted you to myself for tonight.”
