Full Tilt Emma Scott Novels & Stories

“Can you put out in a good word with the chief? He hasn't been answering my calls and I don't want to have a wreckage with him.” Tsking, “I don't know about that, Emma. He's in a grenade zone and nobody is going close to him except you have a death wish or want to get burned.” Her voice went flat. “I understand. Let me prep. I'm on my way.” “Okay.” Allen ended the car. Well, she needed that breath of fresh air away from Clyde and his drama. Emma, happy to have a reason to step out, went straight to the bathroom to freshen up. When she finished, she dressed in black pants, a white shirt, and black loafers. She also had her hair wrapped in a tight bun. Have to be ready for business.

Emma chipped in. Eve turned towards the two womaen asking her the same question repeatedly and yelled angryly. “I said i don't know. What else do you want me to say? I came alone.”and again, Her hands played with her earrings. “Fine then.”Emma voice potrayed wrath, “Then i won't hesitate to show you that you're nothing but a dog used by the organization.” She picked her phone, dialed a number and the person picked at the first ring.

she said humbly. "So when will be taping program be finished?" Greta muttered as she watched Ryan who was on scene with Terry. Emma shrugged, "I don't know, Kate looks like she really enjoys what she she's doing. Look at her! the way she looks at Ryan! As if she had no faults at all it's disgusting!" as a loyal fan of Ryan Lewis, Emma was really furious.

"Innocent? Oh, come on, Ezra." Ezra stared at him, unamused. "Scott, I'm serious. I think Emma is gone." Scott's laughter cut off. "Wait," he said slowly. "The girl you met was Emma? Emma?" He asked again to confirm. Ezra blinked, bewildered. "You know her?" Scott scratched the back of his neck. "Not personally. But I know the friend. She wanted to introduce me to Emma and I gave them invitation to attend the party."

Her silver hair was tied with a black scrunchie and she was wearing a beautiful titan watch in her left hand. Despite possessing such exquisite features, Emma never wore any makeup. Claire was also befuddled by this fact as to why that girl wore no makeup on such a big day when the entire female staff had first visited a salon before coming to the company. The CEO of Knight Corporation was rumored to be a young and hot guy so they didn’t want to let go of their chances of wooing the billionaire. But Emma was an exception. She didn’t even ask Claire about his arrival which was something shocking yet weird.

unofficial reason: watching bretta fight with maternity dresses and mama] Tessa jumps in immediately. TESSA: [please send photos] TESSA: [i need visual entertainment] TESSA: [my life is just work, instant noodles, and true crime. you are the healthiest drama i have] “Healthy,” I mutter. “Sure.” Emmett finally shows up, three little bubbles appearing, disappearing, then popping up again like he’s typing while walking. EM: [you didn’t answer the main question] EM: [are things safe?]

The trip was a relatively quiet one, the girls in Mike's truck talking quietly to each other and actually seeming to ignore him. He really wasn't interested in what they were talking about, anyways. Something about girl stuff, apparently, which actually shocked Mike. Emma wasn't your typical woman. She could easily be considered a tomboy; a gorgeous, sexy tomboy, but a tomboy nonetheless. She hardly ever gushed over a guy, or talked about purses or makeup, or reality television or anything even vaguely female related.

SCARLETT “I’d look stunning as a pregnant woman,” Emma flaunted her brunch bump in her black body con dress, “Say no, and I’ll have your head.” I looked her dead in the eye and dared her, “No.” “The only reason you’re not choking on your blood right now is because you paid for brunch and this baby bump wouldn't be possible without all the steak you pumped into me,” she said, holding her sunglasses down so I could see into what were meant to be terrifying eyes.

Just intense, reckless sex and the unspoken weight of something real neither of us dared to acknowledge. Now I was standing in the lion’s den. “Killian Thomas?” A sharply dressed woman approached, offering a polite smile. “Welcome to Scott Enterprises. We’re excited to have you on the Strategy Team. I’ll show you to your office.” Office? Not a cubicle? My brows furrowed, but I said nothing as I followed her through the sleek hallways. The moment we turned the corner, I froze. There she was. Emma Scott, leaning against a desk, legs crossed elegantly in an emerald green dress that hugged her curves like sin. Her laugh was light and effortless, aimed at a colleague who clearly didn’t know who h

"Yes, it's them." Suddenly, Ema pushed me aside. She rolled up her uniform sleeves to her elbows. "Okay, I'll take their order." "Wait, didn't Anton say you're a Grayson fan from Frost Maple?" Ema grimaced and waved her hand in the air. "After he played with Grayson yesterday, I think I like him too. Well, even though he lost, he's very attractive." I shook my head at her behavior. How could she, who was usually calm and elegant, act like that when she saw her idol?