“You want to continue our conversation?” He pushes on, regardless of my “go away” posture. Lays his hand casually on my bent knee, propping it up at the wrist and rests quite happily there.

“What conversation?” I ask, genuinely confused but stay concealed under my arm, my gut churning like I may not like this.

“You don’t remember?” The surprise in his voice makes me a little wary. I shake my head and the color rises in my cheeks; Jake never presses for no reason.

What the hell did I say to him last night?

“I put you to bed.”

Well, that explains why my cell was off.

He turns his off every night, whereas I normally don’t. Just in case I’m needed.

“Thanks.” I mumble. I want to ask him what I said, but I don’t, because I’m scared. I’m scared I might actually have told him something I didn’t want him to know.

“You talked about your father.” He says matter of factly.

Crap. Like that.

The anger rises in me unexpectedly and it’s too quick to grind back down.

“He’s not my father! … He’s just a donor to my existence, and nothing more.” I snap, jumping to my feet, his hand falling to the couch, surprising him. The heat rises in my chest; teen Emma’s anger renewed with a fury and I’m pissed at myself for her appearance once again. I angrily storm to the kitchenette, I need water and a second to calm down.

And a boss who stops bloody well digging into stuff that has nothing to do with him.

“And Ray?” The question is so precise and unimposing yet has a devastating effect on me. Stomach lurching to my throat, I falter and drop my water bottle hard on my foot, giving out a shocked yell and jump back as pain sears through my toes.

“Are you okay?” He leans around, looking at me. His eyes steady on me as I scramble back but my head reels as I bend down to retrieve the Evian bottle and try to take a deep breath through instant dizziness.

Control Emma … Control.

slowly, and

he know about

“Fine.” I answer stiffly.

this.” He

take a gulp of my water, it almost chokes me going down. I want to know what I told him about Ray, about my father but I also don’t want to know, don’t want

you trust me, Emma?” he sounds so hurt, it hurts me too and knocks me sideways in

to him, flashing anger. Incensed at

he ask

I have to trust him, I

time I’ve admitted to myself that I actually do, and it startles

man! When did that

Carrero … my heart-throb boss

his eyes still steady on me. I shake my head and turn away because I can’t look at him while feeling so

he understand that certain things don’t need to be brought

is done, and I’m done with the past; talking about it only makes it

talk about this.” I huff, urging him to drop

has that determined expression on his face, the one usually reserved for stubborn clients. He grabs my upper arm gently and pulls me

you

from him, shocked that I even let that much out in my

don’t want him to know

looking at me like some sad little victim, incapable of taking care

I

surprised by my reaction

he has no right. I can’t get upset and let him see weak Emma, she doesn’t

the anger writhes inside of me once more. Teen Emma raising

I snap a little too

Shit …

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