There was a knock on the door.
“Mr. Weathers? Are you okay in there?” Ed asked through the door.
“We should go back out there,” Emma told him.
He just looked at her, his green eyes wild with desire. She could feel him undress her with his eyes and she wanted it. She wanted all of him right then and there.
The knock came again.
Jackson threw open the door. “What?”
“Just making sure everything is alright,” Ed replied, trying to peer past Jackson. “Oh, good. I see Emma’s with you.”
Jackson narrowed his eyes at Ed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, nothing.” Ed shook his head. When that didn’t stop Jackson from glaring at him, he sighed. “I thought you had something special with Emma. Then you disappeared, and I was worried.”
“You were worried I was back to my old tricks?” Jackson asked, a little harshly.
Ed flushed. “Yes.”
Jackson motioned to Emma. “You can see I’m not.”
“Yes, and I’m glad.” Ed gave a nervous wave to Emma. “I’ll leave you two alone now.”
Jackson slammed the door. “Can you believe that guy?”
Emma smiled and kissed his cheek. It was chaste compared to their most recent kiss.
“Yes, and as you said, it’s a good thing.”
“A good thing that his first thought was that I was cheating on you?” he asked, his voice rising.
She put her hand on his arm. “Yes. Because he found you with me. He’s telling his wife that you’re with me. She’ll tell the other wives. In a few moments, we’ll step out with my hair messed and lipstick smudged and it will only add fuel to the fire that you really are falling for me.”
Jackson stared at her and then slowly smiled. “You are really good at this, you know that, right?”
“After we make an appearance, I can show you what else I’m really good at,” she promised. She bit her lower lip as she grinned at him.
“Don’t tease me,” he begged. “I have to at least be able to walk through the room to get out.”
She giggled, feeling powerful and desirable. He wanted her. The most powerful man in this building wanted her.
And she wanted him.
“Maybe we should just beeline it for the car,” she told him, her own desire creeping up on her. “They can make whatever ideas they want out of that.”
Jackson nodded. “They’ll talk about your mussed hair and how we just left with smiles on our faces. It’s good.”
She was breathless with want now. “Definitely good.”
He grabbed her hand. “Plus, the limo has a privacy window.”
She couldn’t breathe she wanted him so bad. She was worried she wouldn’t make it all the way to the car before tearing her own dress off and throwing herself at him. From the way he was looking at her, he was thinking the same thing.
Without a word more, Jackson threw open the door and they took off running. Emma giggled as they sprinted through the fancy party, her dress flowing out behind her as they ran for Jackson’s limo.
It was the best end she could think of.