“I think by the end of the night, he was just as antsy to hear from you as well. I think his concern was more about making sure you were okay, and that Aidan hadn’t tied you up to subject you to some kinky shit or something.”
Sweeping her hand to her hip, Emma gave Casey an exasperated look. “And what did you expect? Me to text you a blow by blow account of what was happening?”
“That would have been interesting. I’m not sure how moans and groans translate in text speak.”
“You’re impossible,” Emma muttered, gulping down some coffee. The warm liquid burned a welcoming caffeine trail down her throat and to her stomach.
“So how was it?”
A flashback of the previous night’s events flickered through Emma’s mind like an X-rated movie, and she couldn’t help blushing. “Amazing.”
“So it was everything you thought it would be with him?”
Emma nodded. “And more.”
Relishing every detail, Casey leaned forward so far in her chair that she almost face-planted to the floor. “So how many times did you come?”
“Casey!” Emma cried.
“Oh come on, Em! With Nate’s crazy interning hours, I have to live vicariously through you,” Casey argued.
Warmth flooded into Emma’s cheeks. “Okay, fine then. Four…No wait five. There was the time in the shower, too.”
Casey’s dark eyes widened, and she clapped her hands gleefully. “Em, that’s fanfuckingtastic!!”
“Only you would clap for orgasms!”
“I can’t help it! I’m just so happy for you.”
A dreamy sigh escaped Emma’s lips and then she told Casey some of the details that weren’t so mortifying. When she got to the part about Aidan staying the night, Casey’s eyebrows furrowed. “What’s wrong? Didn’t you think that was sweet?” Emma asked.
“Yeah, it is but…”
Emma twisted her hands frantically. “Would you just spit it out?”
“I just want you to be careful, Em. You’ve slept with him once, and you’re already starting to invest too much emotionally.”
“I am not!” Emma protested.
“Yes, you are. You wigged out when he tried to leave last night, and you’re already giddy about him texting you this morning. I just don’t want to see you get hurt, okay?”
Emma let her head fall back against the chair’s headrest and sighed. “You’re right. I am feeling too much.” She blew a strand of hair out of her face and gazed over at Casey. “Why does everything have to be so damn hard on me? Women everywhere can drop their panties and have mindless sex, but no, not me. I have to get emotionally invested in a douchenozzle who is only willing to knock me up for his own pleasure!”
Casey laughed. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. Even I have to admit that the douchenozzle, as you call him, does have some serious seductive game. Hell, I might’ve even been tempted to feel a little more with the fact he took me to dinner, gave me lingerie, and stayed the night.”
“I need a new strategy. I’m going to have to keep it purely physical from now on out. I’ll go in, do the deed, and get the hell out of there.”
“That’s my girl.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
On Wednesday when Emma stepped into Aidan’s office, he glanced up from his paperwork and drank in every aspect of her appearance. She knew she appeared so different than how he left her the other morning—practically na**d under the sheets with her long auburn hair splayed across the pillow. Today she appeared every bit the seasoned professional woman in her pencil thin grey skirt, black frilly blouse, and heels. She’d also swept her hair into a loose knot. But even as finely dressed as she was, she might as well have been na**d from the way he was staring at her.
Get in and get out quickly, and you don’t get hurt she tried reminding herself. She met Aidan’s hooded eyes and blushed. “Hi,” she said, shyly.
“Hello. To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you?”
Deep breath, Em. You can do this. All he can do is say no…and then potentially embarrass the hell out of you for suggesting such a thing in the middle of the day. Not to mention he could potentially file a sexual harassment charge. She glanced around. “Um, you aren’t busy right at the moment, are you?”
“No, I’m in between meetings. Why?”
She chewed her lip Once again, she was unsure if she could actually approach him like this. From the moment she took her ovulation test in the bathroom, her mind screamed how crazy she was to even think of propositioning Aidan while they were at work. The entire elevator ride up, her conscious worked in overdrive to call her a brazen slut for even considering a booty call in the middle of the day.
She tuned the voices in her head out. “Well, you see, my temperature spiked a little while ago.”
Aiden’s brows furrowed. “You came up here to tell me you’re sick?”
With a nervous laugh, Emma replied, “No, no, it’s nothing like that. It’s just…” She drew in a breath, trying to still her nerves. It did little to help her shaking knees. Especially since she was going to have to talk about more alleged unmentionables again. “You see I’ve been taking these tests to tell when I’m ovulating and when I’m most fertile. And well…it’s now.”
He stared at her, unblinking and barely breathing, for a moment before a smirk curved on his lips. “Oh, so you came up here for a f**k?”