Chapter 18: Emma

I was a professional woman. I had resisted so many advances from consultants, promising a night I could re-member and a chance at having better cases and climbing up the career ladder...

My heart was hammering in my chest as the eleva-tor doors opened; we had stood frozen in time as he held me against him.

I could say no. The other part of my brain which I tapped into once in a while kept saying no. But it wasn't the one that was responding. It was my sex that wanted him.

I trembled as I grew more wet as we got to door of his suite. He kept holding my hand, but this time not in an animal way like before. He was being more comfort-ing, as if he could feel how much my hand was shaking.

This wasn't just about us.

Everyone that was at the table knew what was go-ing on, even Sophia.

But instead of making me come to my senses-or even more, stopping her brother from doing anything-she was too busy flirting with Mason and had just winked at me. It was obvious that she had som