They looked faintly remorseful. Jenna had admitted to her best friend how bad they had treated Emma, expecting her best friend to praise her, but she chided her instead. And like a stubborn bitch, she didn’t let the scolding get to her. “Well, it’s a good thing we don’t want her to be our step mother then,” Britney said stubbornly. “You have no idea how good Emma is, I could’ve dated a lot worse. And besides, you’re not kids anymore. Jenna, you’re nineteen, and Britney, you’re twenty, you girls don’t get to act like spoilt entitled brats f “Well if you marry her, we won’t visit you anymore.” “Sorry then, it will be really hard to cope without jobs,’’ he threatened them.“Are you threatening to cut us off?” Jenna gasped. Their father had always been unpredictable; she wasn’t how far he would go. “I wouldn’t test me if I were you,” he warned. “If eventually, Emma and I get married, I will be forced to cut you off if you don’t get your shit together.” After his stern warning
It was blistering hot in June at New York, and normally she wasn't supposed to feel like she was boiling in her office if the air-conditioning was actually functioning... Unfortunately it wasn't. It was their third brownout of the day, and Emma Graham felt like she was ready to murder someone as she strode into her office after being trapped in the stupid elevator for nearly thirty minutes. The same thing had happened to her the previous day. Just getting out of the cab on her way back from lunch under the scorching sun made her feel like air had been sucked out of her lungs. She was leaving for France in a week, she hope she would survive that long. Days when the heat were so intense could make anyone hate NYC, but in spite of everything, Emma couldn't imagine herself living anywhere else. The atmosphere, the restaurants, and the unending excitements... Even the mansion at the west sixty-seventh street that she nearly went bankrupt to buy about two years ago. She had spent ev
"Thank you for coming," she said as they stood, eyeing each other. She wasn't near as tall as he was, even with her heels which she slipped back on before he came in. "I'm sorry about the heat. We had issues with the air-conditioning all week, which you should do something about boss," she smiled. "Same thing with mine. I've been working on it, and I assure you miss Graham that it will be fixed soon. At least open your Windows,my office has been like a microwave, it's a good thing we decided to meet at your office,mine is way hotter," he replied with a smile as he glanced around her office. It was filled with painting of many kinds, to photographs of a pavalon that had been a gift. And a calendar, filled with pinned schedules. There were mountains of files, tapes and disks placed on a table at the far end of the room. Her secretary brought in a tray, with a jug of juice and a plate of cookies. She waved him towards the couch and handed him a glass of iced cold juice a moment later,
He was waiting downstairs in his black Benz with a driver. He grinned the moment she spotted him. She was wearing a high waist brown pencil skirt with a white sleeveless button up chiffon blouse. She paired them with a black block heels, and a brown Fendi bag.. She looked sexy. It was another day of displeasing heat. But luckily for her, the air-conditioning was working. She got in, met his gaze, and smiled at him. "You look really beautiful," he said, eyeing her adorably as she slid in beside him. They drove off to get lunch and as he said, it was only a few blocks away from work. Although it would have been torture to walk since it was over a hundred degree outside. He was wearing a grey suit, white shirt and a dark tie, looking all business and serious. As usual, she had her hair tied in a loose knot with ivory chopsticks to keep them in place. Making Drake wonder how her hair would look if he pulled the sticks out. He loved the idea of her blonde hair cascading down her shoul
The week after she had lunch with Drake, Emma spent two days at an important shoot. The cinematographers were shooting videos and taking photos for an advert for a company and her present was needed. The shoot was fabulous, and Emma was sure that everything would turn out perfect. One of the models had fainted after eating nothing for the two days they were on set. She claimed that she was 'fasting' although the paramedics suspected that she was also suffering from something else. They shot some scenes at the beach, despite the relentless heat that was close to killing everyone. Emma stood watching them, with her hips deep in the water, it's coolness a sweet relief. Her phone rang for the hundredth time that afternoon, and she got out of the water, heading towards her bag. They had a lot of shoots lined up, and they had an ad to be delivered by October. And this time when the phone rang, she was tempted not to pick it up. She nearly didn't, until she saw who it was.. It was her b
She placed cherry in the garden for some time, took a shower,scrolled through Instagram, had coffee, dressed and left for work. As always, it was another hectic day at the Peterson's. She spent most of her day with Brian, going through several photos,and videos, and she couldn't wait to see the end product, she already knew that they would be great. Brian was also attending the dinner at her place, and she forgot to tell him that their boss would be there. She knew that if she did, he would bombard her with questions she didn't have the strength to answer at the moment.. Everyone knew the boss was a quiet one, and he kept to himself. She wasn't sure what her feelings were,but she needed time to figure it out. She didn't want to make a big deal out of it yet when there was a possibility that it may turn out to be one of those mild attractions that went nowhere. They were so different from each other that the likelihood of it leading somewhere seemed slim. The would probably end u
There were four different kinds of pasta in four gigantic bowls, four kinds of salad, and the banana bread aroma was fabulous. There were hardly any banana bread left by the time Emma led Drake to the garden. The gardenia Siddharth had decorated the table with sent off a heady scent, and Drake picked up one of them and tucked it into her braid. "Thank you for inviting me Emma, I'm really enjoying myself." He felt as if he had entered a different world.... A very noisy one, but it was Emma's world, and she was the princess at the center of it all. His head was nearly spinning at the excitement of her, and she was beginning to feel the same way about him. She didn't really want to, but she was beginning to feel an insatiable pull towards him. They shared a small bench as they ate dinner away from others in they garden, and chatted away, while Brian watched with interest from the the living room. He knew his best friend very well, and he could see that Emma was clearly growing fee
Drake called her two days after the dinner party to thank her again for inviting him over, but she had only a few minutes to spare. She was really busy setting things up for her trip. She was leaving for the staktons that afternoon to be with friends, and then She was to leave for France the following week. She told him that she had a lot of things to do at the moment, and when he asked her to dinner, she told him she didn't have time to have dinner with him before her trip. She knew she could shift some meetings for him if she wanted to, but to her it would not have been a smart move. She was trying every possible means to resist the overwhelming attraction she had for him. She was afraid that things were going to move faster than what was comfortable for her, and she still wasn't sure if she wanted to succumb to the feelings she had for him. Emotional involvements were always messy and dangerous, and she was wary of them. Even though anything was to happen, she wanted it at a