“Do you like working with Wilma?” he finally asks, keeping his eyes steady, nothing in his voice betraying what he might be thinking and I sigh, somehow disappointed in his question but I don’t know why..

“I guess … It’s not as challenging as working for you though … Feels more like a holiday.” I giggle as he tries to grab my leg impulsively, once again the atmosphere reverting to old, squeezing it in punishment. I bat his hand away realizing painfully we’re forgetting ourselves again so easily. He straightens back up and shakes his head at me with a mock glare, his features relaxing as he sighs and smiles instead. That genuine non showy real one.

I miss that smile.

“I missed that sound.” His revelation silences me, the ache inside grows bigger, and I try not to look directly at him.

“I missed your grumpy bad moods and overbearing demands.” I reply wittily, trying to shift the deep ache before it consumes me.

“I miss drunk Emma.” He retorts with a cheeky glint in his eye. I hate that he likes that version of me, a little jealousy seeps in and I react without thought.

“You would … You’re a terrible influence on her.” Every word he says is making my heart heavier with longing.

He has no idea how much he affects me or how hard this is sitting here with him.

We’re swerving through traffic and I can’t help but be impressed with his ability to drive this car in the chaotic New York traffic. I’m relaxed, despite the lurches in my stomach every time he hits the gas. This car is immense, getting up to speed so quickly. He’s quiet for a few moments, seemingly thinking, then turns to me with a serious expression once more.

“Gabrielle will be gone before the end of the week, Emma … I promise. He had no right to lay a hand on you or say anything to you that made you uncomfortable.” The no nonsense tone and dead pan expression remove the traces of lightness from the atmosphere.

seem to attract it somehow,” I reply, quietly, catching his frown from

… You’re vulnerable and young, yet there’s something so unbelievably sexy about you and you turn heads with zero effort. Men like that should be strung up … You deserve far more in life.” His

always assumed men looked at me like an easy target, someone who longed to be abused. Just like I assumed Jake only ever saw me as his mildly attractive assistant and

mean, do I think you’re beautiful and sexy, yet vulnerable and innocent? Yes, I do” His eyes lock onto mine, my insides sizzling as my face heats with a blush.

god. His words seduce me as much as he does. Is this a Carrero line? Is he being genuine? No one has ever told me anything like this before; all I see when I look in a mirror is the

set of lights, the car powering down to a gentle purr.

my face burning, and I’m overcome with shyness. I let my hair

being honest. Looking like you do doesn’t give men permission to behave the way they

memory of him making love to me as it floods into my mind. I turn away quickly as emotion hits me hard in the stomach knowing that night will haunt me forever and continuously break my heart.

was consensual, and I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. I still want him!

like the rest of them,”

wish I felt like I wasn’t,” he mumbles, barely audible, eyes forward like he’s

Does he think he’s done to me what other men have done and forced

once, long before that night in the hotel, I kissed him back. I clung to him with a fever so hot it almost

softly, laying a hand on his leg without thinking about what’s appropriate. Our eyes lock, heat building in the small confines of the car and tension sparks almost instantly. I want him to kiss me

the hell did this start?

right turn which shunts me in my seat. Luckily, I’m restrained by my seat belt. He steers us down an alleyway into unlit darkness, then with a roar

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