Blasphemous (Torn #3)(74)
The next day, we were waiting in the guestroom until it was time for our interview when Dimitris started getting suspicious. “What’s wrong with you two? Why aren’t you guys fighting?”
“What do you mean? I don’t fight with him that often.” Emma looked up from her phone whilst typing away.
I hid back a smile, feeling a little heady that I could get close to her when we’re in private. It wasn’t what I really wanted, but if I had to grovel to get her back, I’d happily do it.
I wondered who she was texting/emailing since her phone was constantly beeping. If it was Carter again, then I was in deeper trouble. His advantage under my absence possibly gained him much favor, but I was in despair and, if I had to fight for Emma again like I did before, then I would gladly do it all over again. I had two weeks without Carter’s presence. I had to efficiently use that to my advantage.
When it was time to get on set, I purposely slowed my pace so I could get to touch her, smell her—something of her—to last me until tonight. Reaching ahead for her elbow, she gave a startled look, then calmed down when she saw it was me. “I just wanted to say hi.”
Emma’s cheeks slowly flushed. The more time I spent with her, the more I noticed that the old Emma was still there. These were the little things that I loved about her. She was sultry and shy. Polite, but has a tendency to curse like there’s no tomorrow. She was feisty, yet vulnerable. Classy, yet a closeted animal in bed. A complicated mixture of good girl and bad.
We were silent as we drank each other in, barely registering that we had stopped walking.
“I might not get a chance to talk to you later since our schedule is pretty hectic today, but I just want you to know that I miss you.”
“We’ll be working together for the rest of the day. How can you miss me? I’m right here.” Emma’s beautiful face contorted in a questing frown.
“So? That doesn’t mean that I don’t. I’ll always miss you.” I gently kissed her cheek before pulling away, knowing that someone would be looking for us soon if we didn’t move.
“Bass?”
“Yep?” I gave her a quick glance and was surprised when she crushed her body against mine, clinging onto me, face buried in my neck.
“Bass…”
Pulling her face to mine, I watched all sorts of emotions run through her beautiful eyes. “I know, Emma. You don’t have to say anything. I already know.” I pasted an encouraging smile before she whispered ‘thank you,’ then strode ahead of me.
She was having a hard time with letting go of what had happened in the past, but her heart was pulling her towards mine. She was confused, yet I hoped the next fourteen days would enlighten her.
For now, I was just satisfied to love her from afar.
B
At six that night, I went to go knock on her door to escort her downstairs. We were attending an Art exhibition and the idea of escorting her sprung out of nowhere.
When the door opened, I was flabbergasted to find an elegantly dressed Emma in some short, coral pink, bandage dress that fitted her body like a glove, hair piled up in a sexy-mess with some gold, strappy heels that made her tanned legs look endless, and finishing it was a glowing, light make-up look.
My mouth literally started to water. “Stunning,” I said in an awed, dumbstruck whisper.
Her gorgeous smile appeared then, making me blink a couple of times, still in my dazed and aroused state. “One of the French fashion houses sent it.” Emma gestured the door wider to let me in. “Do you want to drink some champagne before leaving?”
She then started to strut ahead of me while I followed her inside. My eyes were glued to that tight bottom, making my cock twitch with rabid hunger. The urge to cup and grip it, like I used to randomly do back in Greece, didn’t help with my escalating libidinous needs.
“Bass?” Emma asked as she went to the bar and opened the fridge, expectantly looking at me.
Swallowing what little saliva I had left, I glanced at her. “Sorry, what?”
“Perignon Rosè Magnum okay?”
Champagne. Right. “Definitely okay.”
She was getting flutes before she started towards the middle of the living room and placed them on the crystal table. “What time are you and Dimitris leaving?”
That made me pause for a second. “In forty-five minutes, aren’t you?”
“Jacques offered to escort me tonight.”
The f*uking Frenchman again. f*uk! “I see,” I tried to calmly say through gritted teeth.
Sensing the sudden change in me, she strolled towards where I stood, cupping my cheek to face her. “This was already set-up before we talked. It’s okay, right?”
No, it’s never f*uking okay. “There’s not much I could do about that, Emma. I have to be okay with it.”
“Bass… don’t lie to me.”
“You know I don’t like it. When it’s other men involved, I’m never fine about it. Just try not to drive me crazy tonight with flirting with him, okay?”
“You’re so possessive of me, even though we aren’t even together, but I like it.” She leaned over and gave my cheek a kiss, then another on my neck before she released a sigh. “You smell so delicious.”
“Emma,” I wrenched out. “I promised no kissing or sex, but you’re making it difficult for me. Please, don’t make me break it.”