Everyone was excited about the drinking party after work. Time couldn't go by fast enough to the park closing. The patrons could feel a strange air around them but didn't know what it was. The workers were in better moods than their usual muted happiness. Their smiles were much bigger. Dallas left the park to go home and play bridge with his wife and their friends. When the park closed Emma Jean had headed to the locker room first and made a call for several shuttles. It was important for her that everyone had fun but was safe getting home. Once the shuttles arrived in the parking lot, she had a wicker basket in hand. Her coworkers rushed out the doors, yelling, screaming in delight, and playfully pushing each other around. “We’ll be taking these shuttles so everyone put your keys in here and when you’re ready to go home they will drive you there.” One employee groaned in protest but the others did as they were told. “Our little princess is gonna be the best

Emma Jean was entering the main office when she noticed the back of Kenji. Her eyebrows furrowed together briefly before she dispelled the thoughts. Her daddy wanted her to come and sit in on the meeting this time. It felt like a chance of a lifetime to finally sit in on and important meeting. She was practically bouncing as she walked inside, greeting the secretary as she passed by. The meeting room was just down the hall, suddenly a wave of nervousness hit her. She leaned against the wall taking deep breaths to calm herself down. Dallas and other members of the board were already in the room when she walked in. He pointed to an empty seat next to him, which she went to. “Now, let’s begin the meeting. First you all know Emma Jean. When she finishes school in a few years she will be taking over the company but right now she is learning the ins and outs of the company. Emma Jean you know the board.” ”Hello I’m happy to be sitting in on this particular meeting.

It was her first day as the CEO, Emma Jean walked into the board room clad in all black. A black blouse, suit jacket, skirt and stilettos. The room felt oppressive with sadness. Kieran followed behind her carrying a planner and blackberry. Several of the board members were sniffling and wiping their faces. Emma Jean reached the front of the long table with a forced smile on her face. She sighed before speaking..“This was not the way I wanted to take over the company.” Her voice cracked in the middle of her speech. Tears welled in her eyes. “But daddy fought for two years against cancer so we all should be … we all should rejoice that he died happy and surrounded by everyone he loves.”The all nodded in agreement. It was harder on Emma Jean than it was on them. Kieran could see she was trying to keep it together. This was the next day after Dallas Scott’s funeral. It’s been a week since he died from stage 3 prostate cancer. He could tell Emma wanted to be anywhere but there in

It was noon by the time the two of them were settled in with their drinks and pizza. Kieran had poured her a cup of White peach and Rosemary vodka, no ice. It was a new flavor of grey goose and he knew she would want to try it. Kieran handed her the cup waiting for her reaction to the new flavor. His eyes stared at her intensely as he took a gulp of his Jack Daniel’s whiskey. It was Tennessee Fire his favorite one. A hint of spiciness but went down smooth. He held his cup at his lips as she took her first drink. The way her eyes looked awe-struck then closed in appreciation. She looked to him as beautiful as she did when they first met at a frat party. Emma Jean opened her eyes to see Kieran staring at her, her cheeks felt hot from the bashfulness she felt. “What are you looking at so intently? And why does this taste like peaches?” He held a smile on his lips that could be seen from behind the cup. “I figured you might like it. Is that so bad?” “No, but I ho

Emma Jean turned her head to the side, trying to avoid his gaze. It wasn’t fair to him that she was using him this way but, any pain was better than the pain she was feeling deep within her soul. She could tell even through his fumbling that he was treating her like she was precious. The idea that he wanted to be gentle with her didn’t cross her mind. She assumed it was because he was concerned about what to do with a woman’s body and worried how this will affect their friendship. She spread her legs thinking he needed the help. Kieran had kissed down to the top of her panties, with her legs spread he kiss her inner thigh. He felt her shudder under his lips. His finger poked at her nub. Her back arched at the contact. His face buried against her mound. Inhaling her essence, he kissed her southern lips through the satin material. Emma Jean felt herself wetting her panties. Whether it was her natural juices or his saliva it made it feel better. “Are you sure?”