“Emma?” his deep tone catches my attention.

“Jake.” I smile, opening my eyes again in a fluttery devilish way.

Oops, busted. He found me.

“Emma are you drunk?” his voice sounds husky with amusement and I laugh in answer as he moves toward me, stands over me looking down.

Oh boy, is it a breathtaking view!

His tie is off and draped casually round his shoulders, his white shirt open at the collar, his jacket discarded somewhere already.

Why did I never notice just how fuckable my boss is?

I hiccup, and it feels funny in my throat, sounds so weird to me that it makes me giggle again.

I like being drunk, I’m lighter and more fun; it makes me think Jake is sex worthy and that’s pretty hilarious. I don’t find men a turn on at all, so that’s even funnier … Well, except Jake! He’s the exception to the rule in that everything he does is panty warming and alluring, even standing staring at me as he is now.

I’m hit with a strange sound. It’s me. I’m laughing; I guess I find myself amusing and I sound so detached and not here.

I must be really drunk.

“Emma, I think you better get in bed. Come on.” He leans down to catch my hand from across my stomach, but I leave it floppy and weighted, so he gets nowhere pulling at it.

I don’t want to hold hands today, Carrero. You’re looking a tad too Casanova tonight.

When he picks it up again, he tugs, but I refuse to cooperate. Deliberately going limp and weighing myself down.

Nope, I’m not going to hold hands with my hot boss while he’s swooning around looking all sexy on me.

I giggle again. Too heavy and too comfy to move. I want to sleep on my fluffy floor. It’s nice here. It feels good.

right here,” I slur, I can hear it now and it amuses me even more. I’ve never heard myself

air as if I’m trying to make a point, fascinated at the uncoordinated motion of my own limb as it

him between the eyebrows. They are too

he can’t speak without smiling,

a beautiful smile.

That was

did I

maybe I’ll hear something soothing like

those tidal

nothing. I’m too drunk to fight, or squeal, and I’m being carried like a baby towards my room. Freaky Lisa comes to

amazing; why can’t I always feel

bed, I’ll stop feeling this way. I may lose this warm feeling and blank mind euphoria; I may start fixating on shitty fathers who abandon their kids in infancy. Pricks who

fusses, struggling to hold

bare feet outside my door before he drops me, but upright isn’t good. It

Which I do with a grand finger gesture on my

He talks too much.

even better. I like Jake’s laugh, it’s so free and boyish, uncomplicated and deep. Like him. I could listen to his

frown, it’s an, “I think you’re a funny

be when he looks like that. God, that makes me

face is on show. I poke his dimple gently with my fingertip as if to

on the table behind him. I always liked sparkly things as a child; I want to play with it. It

a grab at the object of my interest on the unit. His arms loosely around me, his upper body tilted back so he can look down at me. It’s hard to walk in a straight line and harder to control my limbs when a strong pair of

my head slightly spinning and I’ve no idea what he said. I glance back at sparkly and see it’s

I’ve never seen you plastered. You just decided to have yourself a one

Jake’s smile … It makes me sigh and

my hands. If I cut off the sexy voice, and adorable smile that goes with the cute look, then I can forget

seeing the cell again

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