Page 26 of Miles Apart
“I don’t know what the hell that was.” She lets out a breath and swings her thick hair over her shoulder.
This close, I have a full view of her beauty. Emma is stunning. Her mouth and downward-turned lips in a seductive pout are my favorite, second to the fire in her eyes under thick, sweeping lashes. I push down the need to be close to her. She overwhelms my senses enough as it is.
There’s a draw to Emma that’s different from other women. I can’t put my finger on it, but I want to fuck her out of my system. I’ll lose interest, though. I always do.
I scratch my chin. “So, tomorrow.”
Emma waves her hand. “Nope.”
“Does it require fancy shoes, or can I wear Timbs?”
“You’re insufferable.”
“Thank you.” My smile shows off all my pearly whites. “Where we going?”
“Nowhere together, Miles.”
“I beg to differ if you’re calling me your man. Now what did you sign me up for?”
Our staredown is a chess match. I won’t push Emma to explain why she roped me into whatever she did. The feelings I have for her are foreign, but if she needs me to play along on some bullshit, I can do that.
Emma studies me. Her shoulders drop, and her claws retract. “One of my father’s donors is hosting a fundraiser for his campaign.”
I nod. “And that asshole in the ankle pants will be there?”
She snorts, her cheeks tipping into a smile.There she is. “Unfortunately, yes. Carter is my father’s chief of staff. Has been for over a decade.”
“Anything else I should know?” Like whether I need to bury his sockless ass in a ditch?
Here you go.
I shake off the desire scratching at my chest and reach for my glass to drain what’s left.
Were those two ever together?
Why do you care?
“No,” she finally says. “I’ve known Carter since he interned for my father. He’s pretentious and doesn’t mind his business, which should be on the East Coast.
I hear what Emma doesn’t say, the attraction laced with annoyance. Carter means something to her, whether she chooses to admit it or not. It’s clear she means something to him.
Again, why do you care?
“I’m around tomorrow, and I’m game to go.” I keep nonchalance in my shrug. Terrence is balls-deep in his wife, and I don’t have shit else to do besides work. It’s not like I mind dressing up for some overpriced dinner to show off sexy in a suit.
Emma’s brows sinks. “Are you sure? I would skip it myself, but I deal with being an ungrateful daughter enough.” She drops her lashes but recovers. “I should go.”
“You, uh, wanna crash at my spot?” It takes effort to rattle Em, and seeing her like this bothers me.
The way she cuts her eyes could split diamonds.Shit. “In the spare room, for you to clear your head and not listen to the sexathon in your suite. It’s yours if you want it.” I shrug. “Don’t make it a big deal. I don’t want you to lose a lash pouting.”
Emma’s laugh tumbles in a huff. “Ass.” Her bottom lip slides between her teeth to consider the proposal. “Maybe I will. Keep your side locked.” She pierces me with a look meant to intimidate. “I will punt your balls through your chest if need be.”
“Damn, Em. Why can’t I be nice? Here.” I pull out my wallet and push over my extra key card. “Keep it for when you want your own space. Me and my dick will be on the other side of the door if you need us.”
A slow smile builds. “Don’t tempt me to run up your room service bill.”
“Order me a lobster.”
