Her hand touched my arm and ran up it as she stepped closer to me. “I’ve always had a crush on you. But I think all the girls have.”
Fuck me. What the hell was I supposed to do with this? Normally, I’d dive right into this invitation, but the timing was off here. My head was messed up, and Emmy wasn’t someone my dad would be okay with me pissing off.
“Look, as tempting as that may be, we have to work together. I’m sure you’re well aware of my reputation. I don’t want any friction between us.”
She giggled then and moved in front of me. Her chest almost touched mine. “I’m not looking for a relationship, Cruz. I just want some fun.”
If I could see past Lila Kate’s face, I might take her up on that. But damn, I couldn’t use Emmy that way. I’d have to close my eyes and pretend. The last girl I was with two nights before, I’d actually called her Lila. It hadn’t gone over well.
Although if someone could get me over my Lila obsession, it would save me. “I’ll be honest with you. I’m hung up on someone right now. Working through it. Getting over it. But I am just not there yet.”
Emmy bit her lower lip seductively and then finally pressed her tits against my chest. “I can help you with that.”
Why did this shit always happen to me? “Not sure that’s a good idea,” I argued, but my words didn’t sound very convincing. She felt nice. I was a guy and I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.
“Give me a chance. Just one taste and you’ll see,” she whispered and then her hand slid up the inside of my thigh and cupped my dick. Holy shit!
“You get me hard and I’ll have to walk out there with a boner. That won’t go over well with either of our fathers.”
“If I give you a boner I can fix it for you.”
This time I laughed. “Trust me, babe. We don’t have time for that.”
She moved her hand away while I was already getting semi hard. “When you do have time . . . I’m great at sucking cock.”
I was still stuck on her words when she moved away and picked up a thin laptop. “Let’s get to that meeting. I’m starving,” she said as she shot me a wicked grin, then swung her hips as she headed back out the door.
I could possibly do this. Enjoy her. Have some fun. She was not the good girl I had assumed. Emmy Kipling was naughty. Must be that college girl gone wild thing. I was considering it and relaxed a little bit by the time we had joined our fathers.
Emmy suddenly became all business and was charming and intelligent. She knew a lot about the place and made both men laugh as she spoke about shit that was funny. I didn’t talk as much, but I engaged to keep my father happy.
Just when I was good with this, and I felt like it was going to be okay. At least, not nearly as bad as I had assumed when Dad said we had to come to this meeting. I began to smile and do a little flirting of my own. I winked at Emmy when our fathers were busy discussing something else and she gave me a smile that promised something later. Something I was getting ready to accept. Then I felt it. Warm heat. Tingles. Lifting my eyes, they locked with the ones I couldn’t get out of my head.
Lila Kate stood there with a to go order in her hands. Her eyes were on me. The hurt was obvious and seeing it there sliced through my chest. I was a bastard.
Lila Kate
I DROPPED MY food on the counter of my kitchen and screamed in frustration. I hated him. I hated Cruz Kerrington. I hated him. Jerking open a cabinet, I got out a glass and filled it with ice water. His stupid grin in my head as he winked at Emmeline Kipling. She was what, nineteen? God, he was a pig.
If she let him near her she was stupid. Stupid like me. I groaned at the thought and opened my bag to get out the food that no longer looked appealing. There were other places I could have eaten today. Why did I have to go there? Why did I have to see that?
I sat down on one of the colorful barstools that had just arrived yesterday. This place was so industrial I had added all the color and art I could. I liked the way it was turning out. The stools were painted by an artist in town and each one had a different crazy artistic face painted on the back.