Page 9 of Sinful Promise

If she looked down and saw the current state of my cock, she would know just how much I want to say yes.

But I don’t think that’s what she’s asking for here, so I need to walk away before I do something I might regret. “I have to get back to the bar. If Anton finds out, I left Luca in charge; he’ll have my balls.”

“We wouldn’t want that.” She chuckles under her breath.

“No, we wouldn’t. Because I know you’d much rather have them than Anton.”

Emily hits me on the arm. “Danil! You are so filthy.”

“We’ve already established that.”

She rolls her eyes, but her lips pull up into a wide smile.

I grin at her. “Next time, though. I promise.”

Her smile falters, and my chest tightens.

I hate disappointing her, but I have a responsibility to Anton that I can’t afford to fuck up.

I watch Emily disappear inside the building, my eyes lingering on the soft curve of her ass as she walks.

It would be so easy to just follow her inside, to take her up to her apartment and the moment the door closed, rip that dress off her and fuck her against the wall.

Even if I had the balls to tell her how I really felt and something did end up happening between us, I couldn’t be sure if it was what Emily truly wanted. She’s been drinking, and I’m not about to take advantage of her like that.

What if our hooking up was nothing but a drunken mistake in her eyes?

The thought is like a knife to the gut.

I’m not sure I could handle losing our friendship, all because I couldn’t keep it in my pants.

But that isn’t going to stop me from taking myself in my hand tonight while I think about how fucking mouth-watering Emily looked in that red dress.

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EMILY

Danil’s eyeson me are like a physical touch as I head inside my apartment building.

I know he’s only watching to make sure I make it inside safely, but that doesn’t stop me from swaying my hips a little more than usual with each step.

You can’t blame a girl for trying.

As I step inside the elevator and take it up to the fourth floor, I can’t shake the disappointment at Danil turning down my invitation to watch a movie.

Granted, that a movie was a euphemism for the sex I’m so desperate to have with him, but as always, he was a perfect gentleman.

I shouldn’t complain.

Danil is the greatest friend I’ve ever had. Even more so than Jana, who I’ve known since middle school. So, I really need to stop fantasizing about him, which is hard, considering how incredibly attractive he is.

Everyone always says that a guy and a girl can’t just be friends, and for so long, I thought that was such a ridiculous statement. But that was before I became friends with Danil.

I know it’s probably just the alcohol that is making these feelings toward him so overwhelming, so as soon as I get inside my apartment, I decide it’s best to take a shower and wash off the night.

Kicking off my heels and sighing as my bare feet hit the wooden floor, I pad down the hallway that leads to my bedroom.

While my apartment isn’t nearly as lavish as the penthouse my sister lives in, it’s perfect for me.

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