Page 44 of Emily's Essence

“I got that impression when I told her I was coming for a visit, and I heard her say ‘yay me’ as she put the phone down to find you.”

They all thought that was extremely hilarious.

God, he would enjoy his woman for the rest of his life, and he couldn’t wait.

Chapter Nineteen

Emily was applying lotion on her legs when Hawk came into the room. He stood watching every move her hand made as his gaze burned and darkened.

“I’ll never get sick of watching you do that or brushing your hair.”

She snorted, making him grin.

“I’m going to need to get more of my things if I’m going to stay here a lot.”

He leaned back against the desk and crossed his arms over his chest. “I already had all your things brought here.”

Her head snapped up. “When?”

“Today.”

“You had guys do it?” she asked.

His brows pinched together. “Yeah. What’s the problem?”

She got to her hands and knees and faced him. “The problem is they had their hands on my panties and bras.”

“Yeah, so. You weren’t in them,” he said and grinned.

“That doesn’t matter. It’s embarrassing.”

“You mean you can watch the sluts and guys go at it, but you don’t want people touching your underwear?”

“For one thing, I don’t watch what happens in the house with the guys and sluts. But I have never had a man touch my intimate things before.”

“Babe, I will be all over your intimate things.”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s different. You’re my boyfriend.”

She watched him flinch, making her question what they were, if not boyfriend and girlfriend.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say something that pressures you. We can always say we’re friends with benefits if you like that better.” She didn’t like the idea at all, but he was the one that had to choose. She didn’t like making him uncomfortable, and that’s what she was doing.

“We need to talk about that,” he said.

She sat back on her haunches. “No, we don’t.”

Hawk walked over to her and grabbed her shoulders. “Yes, we do. The guys think I need to inform you that you’re my old lady.”

She had to be mistaken about what she heard. “What? Say that again.”

“I’ve made you my old lady.”

She tried to pull away from him, but he just tightened his grip.

“Isn’t that something we need to discuss and maybe give me a choice in the matter since it’s my life?”

She could tell he was trying not to laugh, making her madder.

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