The Guest Emma Cline Review Novels & Stories

For the first time, I stopped pretending there would be a miracle before then Emma walked into my office just before lunch carrying coffee. The second she saw me, she stopped. "Okay." I looked up from my computer. "Okay what?" "You've entered the scary stage." Despite everything, I laughed. "The scary stage?" "The stage where you've become suspiciously calm." She placed the coffee on my desk. "I liked angry Claire better." "I wasn't angry." "You absolutely were." Emma lowered herself into the chair opposite me. "Now you look like you've accepted something."

“Yes… I’m just shocked to hear that name. “Why? I think my name’s pretty common,”Claire said. Emma hesitated for a second, then waved it off. “You know what? It’s nothing.” Claire narrowed her eyes slightly but let it be. “Anyway,” Claire continued, brightening, “would you like to order a drink? We have the best in town—made with fresh ingredients. You’ll definitely love it.” Emma glanced at her outfit and raised a brow. “Don’t you scare people away with this costume?”

(Natalie's POV) "This is complete bullshit," Emma hissed, glaring at Claire Redwood across the exhibition hall. "Look at her, strutting around like she owns the place." I followed Emma's gaze to where Claire was holding court, surrounded by admirers praising her artwork. Her paintings were indeed technically impressive—forest scenes with wolves running through misty clearings. But they lacked something essential. Soul, perhaps. "Everyone knows she's only getting the chairman position because of her family connections," Emma continued, her voice dripping with disdain. "Your work should be up there instead of hidden in that pathetic corner."

Need to brief you on a potential candidate," Emma said. Claus's deep voice came on the line. "Emma, what's this about?" "I met a woman,at a guest house cafeteria. Intelligent, eloquent, and fluent. I think she'd be perfect for the open position." "A guest house Emma?" Claus asked. "My boyfriend is in town, sir." Emma cleared the confusion "Cheap of him." Claus muttered, but Emma remained silent. She is used to these. Claus's interest piqued. "Go on." "I invited her for an interview tomorrow. Should I arrange for Mr Gad to conduct the interview since he is the manager of Clearview?" Emma asked.

Maybe she shouldn’t have exploded like that, but Isabel had provoked her too much. She reached the guest room and found Claire sitting on the bed, playing with a stuffed animal. "Hey, sweetie," Emma said softly, walking in. "Get your shoes on. We’re leaving." Claire looked up, confused. "Leaving? But we just got here." Emma gave her a gentle smile and knelt in front of her. "I know, baby. But there’s somewhere else we need to be." Claire looked disappointed but didn’t argue. "Okay, Mommy. Can we get ice cream on the way?"

Claire was so into it that she wrapped her hands around the back of my head, not giving a shit about the other guests surrounding us. I just needed Emma to see me kissing Claire’s neck. I thought by doing that, I would finally stop holding back and go back to being the guy I had always been. Even though I tried as hard as I could to focus entirely on Claire, I still couldn't stop stealing glances at Emma. She wore fitted jeans and a crop top that showed off a small strip of skin I had traced with my bare hands and tongue so many times. Even with that bulky protective vest over her clothes and her hair pulled up in a ponytail, she looked beautiful. It was annoying how pretty she looked.

Cunnings felt quite competent to deal with the matter at hand. “If you’d care to wait in the drawing room, miss?” Rickshaw moved past her to open the door. With another dazzling smile, Emma handed the volume she carried to Mr. Cunnings, informing him in slow voice that one of Mrs. Linfield’s novels would be quite acceptable, then turned to follow Rickshaw. As she did so, her gaze travelled past the stately butler to rest in the figure emerging from the shadow of the library door. She remained where she was, her grey-brown eyes growing rounder and rounder, as Francis Cambridge strolled elegantly forward.

Jet froze when he saw me and like Hazel had predicted, he choked on his dinner, a maid quickly passed him a glass of water, with a smug smile on my lips, I sat down ignoring the wink Kale gave in my direction. "I believe you have not met my mate, lady Emma?" Hunter said addressing me, it felt weird like this was a movie scene from the eighteenth century. "Please, just Emma would do" And I badly wanted to scream at Jet to stop staring at me! His stare was making me so uncomfortable but in a good way. "Hello, I'm Claire. It is really nice meeting you, Jet has told us so much about you" Claire said which earned her a glare from Jet.

“The results came in. Have you heard?” That morning, Emma had arrived a little late, tired from last night and had overslept. When she got to the office, some teams were resketching, and Susan was nowhere in sight, so she went to her office to watch some of her old college videos about the clothes they had made during projects throughout the semesters. “I’ve been busy." She looked up. "Did she decline ours?” Emma asked. “Of course not,” Gia laughed proudly. “You are Emmaline Facer. No one does it better.”

The guests were all adorned in expensive clothing, making Emma feel self-conscious of her own attire. As she surveyed the crowd, Emma's thoughts drifted to Trevor, the memory of their first meeting causing a shadow of pain to cross her face. Pushing aside those thoughts, she was determined to bask in the present moment without the weight of past heartbreak. Lucas's presence by her side reassured her, his introductions to her to the guests he knew provided a welcome distraction. As they weaved through the multitude of faces, Emma couldn't help but revel in the compliments she received on her appearance. Several men commented on how well she and Lucas looked together, while others remarked on