“Midge taught me that.”
“I know she’s your aunt, but you two are really close,” she observes, her fingers skimming idly over my ribs. “Why’s that?”
“My parents are kind of absent,” I say with brutal honesty. “They’re wealthy and not really the parental types. They travel a lot, and early on, Midge just sort of stepped in. She was the one who came to see my soccer and football games, and encouraged me to play music. She was the one I went to when I got my first broken heart—”
“Your heart has been broken?” Emma asks with pure sympathy as she rises up to look down at me. Her eyes are awash with concern.
I chuckle and bring a hand to the back of her head, pushing her back down on me. “Of course it has. That’s life. Hasn’t yours?”
Emma shakes her head and admits, “Not really. I dated someone for a really long time, and it just sort of… I don’t know… fizzled.”
“Everyone needs their heart broken once,” I tell her thoughtfully. “It makes you appreciate the frailty of love.”
With a deep sigh, Emma says, “That should be a song.”
“Totally should be a song,” I agree, and commit it to memory so I can jot some notes down later. “At any rate, Midge is always the one that kept me grounded. Would never let me forget who I am.”
“Midge scares the hell out of me,” Emma admits, and I chuckle in response. Midge can be intimidating.
“She likes you,” I tell her truthfully. I mean, Midge has never said those exact words to me, but I can tell by the tone in which she talks about Emma.
“Really?” She sounds wondrous and hopeful and that makes me smile.
“Really,” I assure her.
“I’m sleepy,” Emma murmurs in a lazy voice, trying to burrow in closer to me.
I take that as my cue to go. She needs to get out of that ridiculously sexy outfit and into her pajamas. I need to go work on some lyrics and hope this hard on dies down sometime before tomorrow.
Giving Emma another squeeze, I bring my hand to the back of her head to pull her in so I can kiss the top of it. It brings my hand—the one that was fucking her pussy—near my nose, and the scent causes a bolt of pure lust to course through me. My dick aches again and with a resigned sigh, I roll out of the bed and away from her.
“Get your pajamas on and go to sleep,” I tell her gruffly as I walk for the door, not daring to look back at her.
She’s too much of a temptation and I’m afraid my dick might take control of my senses if I do.
CHAPTER 12
Emma
I knock on Evan’s hotel room door, and then give a nervous swipe of one hand onto my skirt before switching my briefcase out and swiping the other hand. Contrary to his instructions to me yesterday, I am not wearing the clothes he bought me. It’s not that I’m necessarily against them, it’s just that this is a meeting with Evan and his manager, Tyler, and I feel more appropriately dressed in a simple black skirt and white blouse. My only nod to Evan’s wishes to see me in something less “matronly” is that I’m wearing the same black, strappy sandals I had on last night.
I’m wearing them for a few reasons.
First, I’m short and they make my legs look longer.
Second, they should appease Evan somewhat since I’m wearing business attire.
Third, they give me good memories, because it’s these very heels that caused him to sweep me up in his arms last night and carry me to the bus.
Where… oh, God… I can’t even think about the things that happened without my face flaming red and my heart racing away from me.
When I woke up this morning, I was curled under the covers with Sirius on my feet. My first thoughts were of Evan and what he did to me with his hand. I had to press my legs together under those covers when I thought of how unbelievably powerful that orgasm was, and how I’d never felt anything like it in my life.
I shyly opened my bedroom door, filled with both excitement and dread to face the man who rocked my world last night.
Instead, I saw Red lounging on the couch reading a newspaper. Sirius came out of the bedroom behind me and trotted up to Red, who scratched his head.
“Morning,” I said in a froggy voice.
“Evan stayed at the hotel last night,” he told me right off the bat. He must have seen it written all over my face that I was expecting to see Evan there.
“Oh,” I said… lamely.
“He’s instructed me to bring you over there for the meeting with Tyler,” Red added on. “He’s got your room booked for the night so you’ll be staying there. Figured you could hop in the shower while I walk and feed Sirius, then I’ll take you on over.”