Page 59 of Breaking Emily's Rules
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her in. “Why?”
She seemed to enjoy that, pressing in even closer. “I’m having second thoughts.”
This he understood. He was familiar with women who came on to him, who made it clear exactly what they wanted. Even if Emily wasn’t too convincing, it helped that he wanted to believe her. And except for the fact she was behaving out of character, almost like she was reciting a script from a porn movie, he might.
“Want to tell me what the hell is going on?”
She wrinkled her nose. “I’m not sure you’ll understand.”
“Try.”
Then she surprised him by backing up and walking back to his desk to fish something out of her purse. “Let’s get some ground rules down first.”
“Rules?”
“Emily’s Rules.” She smiled. “I’d like another date.”
One more date didn’t make a relationship. He could handle that. Sure he could. “Are you asking me out on a date? Again?”
“Hang on. There’s a little more to this.” She blushed and flapped that piece of paper in the air. “I want one night with you. One night of wild, passionate sex.”
He couldn’t have heard that right. “What?”
She glanced at her list. “I’ve thought a lot about it. Do you want to see my list?”
“Try and stop me.” He stepped forward to grab the paper, but she snatched it out of his hands.
“Patience. I’ll read them off. And don’t say anything until I’m done.” She held up her index finger. “Number one: use protection. And don’t look at me like that. It’s a valid concern.” She blushed. “Number two: no spending the night. Number three: no asking for a second night. And the last one is no kissing.” She put her list away and turned to study him. “Are these rules acceptable to you?”
“Nokissing?”
“I like the way you kiss me, and well, I think it would be too much. The sex should cover it.”
The sex should cover it?
“Is that right?” He stepped away from his desk and closed the distance between them. “Do I have any input on these rules?”
She shook her head. “Nope. This is the only way I’ll do this. Are you game?”
Was he game? The only way he could possibly not be game was if he couldn’t fog up a mirror. And yet.
“Emily. This isn’t what you want.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Yeah. No, I don’t think so.” He walked back to his desk. “You’re not the type. Don’t try to be.”
“Ouch. So are you turning me down?” Funny, she appeared confused. She apparently hadn’t considered he wouldn’t want this.
Neither had he. “Not exactly.”
“I mean, don’t you want to? I thought all men wanted a one-night stand.”
“First, thanks for lumping me in with all men. Second, you’re not one-night stand material. And besides that, the idea of a one-night stand is someone you’ll never see again. I’m your teacher.”
“So I don’t know all the correct terminology. You tell me what to call it.”
“Crazy.”
