Undeniably Yours (Torn, #3.5)(21)
So when Alexia hopped inside her ride, I decided to knock on Emma’s door. For what exactly? Maybe to apologize for my rudeness earlier, perhaps?
I was an ass because I was not at all prepared to see her again. She had blown my mind standing there; right after I f*uked Alexia. Not only that, but I had run to her and held her close. Then, the moment I snapped out of my funk, I got reminded how I hated being this close to her again without being able to have her.
Emma easily messed with my head, and I despised that she had that power over me.
So imagine my surprise when she wasn’t in her room when I knocked and then opened it to emptiness. Normally, I would be already out, mingling with the other actors and getting to know them well. However, this was different. Emma was going to be the woman I would get to have on set.
My body burned at the thought of having her naked body against my own. Excited didn’t even cover what I was feeling right now.
Debating on what to do, I decided to wait on her until she got back before going out of the cottage. I went to go shower while I was at it.
Ten minutes later, I was out and about, donned in a pair of black surfer shorts, when I pulled out a beer from the fridge before strolling out on the patio to enjoy the sight of the Aegean Sea.
When my ears picked up the heavy thud of the door banging to a close, my heart started to run a marathon.
Time to face the woman who haunts me at night…
Spinning around, I strode inside to greet her, however what greeted me was an angry looking Emma. I wasn’t surprised after my treatment of her earlier. I wanted to say, it was good to see you after so long, but we both knew I would be lying, so I didn’t waste any damn time getting to the point.
“Where did you go?”
She made a strange, confused expression before she looked at me like I was asking the most peculiar of questions. “Why?”
Why? Was she serious? “I was worried.”
Her eyes darkened, zeroing in on me. “Well, don’t. You can go ahead and keep screwing Alexia. I’m going to take a nap. Oh, and please stop making her scream like she’s getting murdered because I might just murder you both if you interrupt my sleep.”
This Emma was familiar… the jealous one. She liked me still? What about Carter? Was he still in the picture? f*uk. “I sent her home.”
She looked offended before she gave a quick shake of her head. “Why would you do that?”
Because one look was all it took—again—to have me worshipping you at your feet, but alas, I kept that to myself. “You’re here. We’re sharing a house together. I don’t want to offend you. I apologize for my attitude earlier. You just caught me by surprise. I didn’t expect you to be just standing there, listening while I had sex with another woman.”
She was getting riled up. I could tell as she folded her arms, eyes sending war signals at me. “I wasn’t listening on purpose, Bass. Hell, I bet the entire island heard her scream. I honestly don’t care about your sex life,” she harrumphed and turned around to leave, but I caught her arm, not ready for her to dismiss me just yet.
Eight months of pushing this woman from my mind. I had made vows, yet f*uk, look at me now, I was becoming a fool. Guess what, though? I didn’t care anymore. “Let me make it up to you then. I’ll make dinner tonight and we can dine outside on the patio.” I smiled down at her, feeling drunk the more I stared into her eyes.
She hesitated before shutting me down. “I’m going out tonight. I got invited to a party.”
My hold tightened, hoping she wasn’t making dates with other men. “Party? Where?” I inquired, my voice cutting.
She took a moment, studying my face before punching me in the gut with her overly bright smile. “With Dimitris Kosta… in Athens.”
I knew she was single, I just f*uking knew it. It was in her eyes when she had studied my body the first time. It had been a look of invitation; one she had never given me even though she’d yearned for my body before. Then a few hours later, she’d already secured a date with one of the most sought after playboys in Europe. One of her co-stars that she was going to get naked and intimate with; Dimitris f*uking Kosta. f*uking great.
“You barely just got here and you’re already going on a date? Are you f*uking kidding me?” I was almost screaming at her. It didn’t help that her stupid smile was now taunting me.
“See you later, Bass.” With a quick wave, she left me like that, walking away towards her bedroom.
I was acting like a possessive idiot, I knew it, too. Yet I couldn’t help my reaction when it came to her. Emma had the ability to unman me without lifting a hand to do a thing.
I had a couple of option here; one, stay at the villa, or two, stay in Athens and commute with a helicopter on a daily basis like Dimitris Kosta planned to do.
Option two was more feasible because Athens had a healthy nightlife and God knew I needed all the distraction I could get now that Emma was around.
All of my ideas went out the window the second I saw her come out of her bedroom, sashaying her hips provocatively as she strolled towards the living room.
Aw, hell to the mother f*uking no! She was dressed like… LIKE… she wanted… sex. “I do not believe this! Go change, Emma!” Was she purposely trying to make me jealous? Because I was a living, breathing possessed man now.
She simply gave me a smirk, taunting me further. “You wish.”