Page 53 of Miles Apart
“Youwant to live together? The same woman who said no chance in hell?”
“I want unlimited access to sex,” Emma says. “We had a test run in Milan after you moved yourself into my suite for the week. We’re adding a few more nights in this case, and changing locations.”
She’s not wrong.
“Keep going,” I encourage.
“No spending the night in the same bed.”No complaints here. “Fridays are open for us to use as we see fit.”
Say what now?
“You’re cool with other sexual partners?” I ask for clarification.
“Are we exclusive, Miles?” The question is a challenge, one that reminds me this arrangement is purely to fuck and nothing else. Unlike other women, Emma isn’t fishing for a commitment.
The stare I drill into her triggers a swallow. Emma shifts slightly in her seat, which is all I need to know.Bullshit.“Fridays open,” I repeat and throw in, “in case we get bored.”
I want to smirk at her glower but hold it in. I won’t call her out. I haven’t thought about another woman since we linked up in New York, and I bet Emma isn’t itching to fuck on anyone else, either. This dick is enough to propel her to the next century just like her pussy has me humming ballads for no damn reason.
“Agreed.” Emma’s temper flashes in her tone, cool and demanding.There’s my kitten.“I would also like to maintain the facade of a relationship during political outings with my father when he comes to California. They will be few and far between. By the time they’re through, your time in Los Angeles will be up, and we’ll go back to the way things were before.”
Emma’s proposal is a lot to take in. Sex without strings is how I operate, but living together? Shit, I have to think about that.
There hasn’t been a woman to keep my interest or make me picture a life with her in it. Em already proved the first part to be a lie, but there’s no way she goes two for two. Living together makes a hemorrhoid look like a good time. I don’t commit—never have, and never will.
Back to unlimited sex.
“You’re willing to open your home to me?”
“For fucking, not companionship, Miles. Sex, that’s all it is. You’ll have your own room and bathroom. We’ll share common spaces. I’m sure it’s better than the hotel you’re in.”
“I’m not in a hotel.”
“Oh.” Emma’s shoulders tense. She nods and smooths her hands over her suit. “We can take—”
“Leave it, and I want one date night a week.”
The words fly out my mouth before I have time to process what the fuck I said. Emma and I are similar. We want pleasure without the hassle of emotions. Yet here I am, requesting more time to get to know her beyond her body while living in her house.
Emma Douglass not only has my attention, she’s got me questioning how I’ll walk away when the time comes.
Her stare holds a million questions. “That’s…doable.” She clears her throat. “You can move in tonight if you want. My doors operate by keypad. I’ll give you the code.”
“I don’t have much, but I can come through after work. What day are we having our date this week?”
Surprise registers on her face before she gives a nod. “I’m open.”
“Good. We’ll start tonight.”
Moss-green eyes widen. “Excuse me?”
“Now who would’ve thought a date would spark that reaction and not you asking me to live with you?” I fold my hands over my lap and chuckle. “Isn’t there some event on Friday? We should learn more about each other if we’re pretending to be together.” Zo told me about a fundraiser Emma’s dad will attend. I planned to pull up on her then, but look who surprised me first. And offering her house, no less.
A warning that this is a dumb idea whispers in my head until Emma bites her lip and looks the other way. “How aboutWednesday?” Hesitation trembles her voice. “I go back to work tomorrow but can meet you Wednesday around six.”
It will be the first and last time she drives herself when I’m around.
We exchange numbers, so I no longer have to leave it up to chance or me breaking federal laws to see her.
