It’s taking me some time getting used to him being so free with nudity. I’m still embarrassed and tend to pull the sheet around me when we’re done with the sexy times. Evan doesn’t think twice though about flaunting his body, and why would he? It’s damn near perfect.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Evan asks me, and it’s with great pain this time that I drag my eyes back up to his face.
Yes, my face is red.
Yes, it feels hot.
But I’m going to ignore it and try to push out of my comfort zone. I come up onto my elbows, which I know thrusts my breasts out a bit, and with a quick flick of my eyes down and then back up again, I tell him the God’s honest truth. “I’m wondering what you taste like.”
“Christ,” Evan mutters as he crawls onto the bed and right over me. I fall back down to the mattress, but he holds himself above me on his hands and knees. He bends his head, peers at me closer. “You know I’m going to let you find out the answer to that question, right?”
I lick my lips. “God, I hope so.”
Evan groans and then gives me a hard kiss. When his lips release mine, he rolls to my side and settles into the mattress on his back. I roll toward him, let my gaze roam down the hard planes of his body, down to his erection, which is huge and laying on his belly.
“Do me a favor, Emma?” Evan whispers, and I tilt my head to look at him.
“What’s that?”
“Get naked before you put your mouth on me, okay?” he asks softly.
“Okay,” I breathe out in a soft gust of desire to please him.
So I get naked and I do it without too much embarrassing shyness.
Then I find out what he tastes like, and… he’s delicious.
CHAPTER 17
Evan
I mindlessly flip through the TV channels, not really looking for anything in particular and doing nothing more than killing time while Emma gets ready. The Phoenix record label is springing for my suite at The Beverly Hills Hotel for the four nights we’re here in Los Angeles. This has made Tyler immeasurably happy because, by his reasoning, if the label is willing to spend that type of money to put me up, that means they’re going to be willing to negotiate the terms of their offer.
Which is causing me indigestion when I think about it, and I hope that it goes away soon, because I’m taking Emma out to dinner tonight. It will be our first real date as we’ve not had time during the tour to do anything because our timeline was so structured and packed tight. But we’ve got four nights here and nothing on the agenda for tonight, so I’d made up my mind I was going to take her out, regardless of the shitty look I got from Tyler when I told him my plans.
We’d had a brief meeting with the Phoenix execs at lunch today, where they schmoozed Tyler, Emma, and me and we talked in generalities about the offer. I didn’t say much, but Emma and Tyler had plenty to say on my behalf, and it was actually a little embarrassing the tack that Tyler was taking. Emma had sound questions about the terms and wording of clauses. Things an attorney would look for, and she challenged them where appropriate. I was actually quite proud of her, and I don’t even think she realizes the strides she’s made as an attorney in the past few weeks. Yes, she still loves to bury her face in a nice contract, but her ability to effectively advocate for me is amazing.
Tyler, on the other hand, spent time on the portions of the contract that we knew were of great benefit to me, basically kissing ass in appreciation for those things. It couldn’t have been any clearer to the execs in that room that Tyler wanted me to sign with Phoenix and that Emma was taking a more middle-of-the road approach. As such, the execs paid more attention to what Tyler was saying than what Emma was saying, figuring he’d have more of my ear than her given our history together.
By the end of the lunch, Tyler was ready to jump at the offer, but I made it clear to them I wanted to discuss this with Tyler and Emma and that we would get back to them with a potential counter offer. I made it extremely clear that I wasn’t going to accept the contract as is, but they didn’t seem all that put out by it.
As we were walking out of the restaurant to the limo that was taking us back to The Beverly Hills Hotel, Tyler was almost hopping around like a puppy on amphetamines and frankly a little buzzed on the drinks he’d partaken of. When we got in the limo, things got a little uncomfortable.
“Dude,” Tyler said as he settled back into the seat across from Emma and me. His eyes were a little glassy. “You and I need to meet on this tonight. We’ll order room service or something; go over everything again and decide how to go back at them.”
Again, he was rudely excluding Emma from those discussions.
I was shaking my head before he even got all the words out. “Not tonight. I’m taking Emma out to dinner.”
Of course, Emma’s head snapped my way as this was news to her. I just smiled back at her and shrugged my shoulders. “Taking you out on a real date.”