“She can learn.She’s smart.”God, even I can hear how pushy I sound.
“Sebastian.I need someone to hit the ground running.I waited an extra week, thinking Emily would fit the bill.It’s my fuckup, I missed the gap in her resume.”Mason shakes his head.“We don’t have anyone to train her, nor do we have time.”
Fuck.
I am not letting her get on a plane to face her father.His comment has stuck with me.I wonder suddenly if that’s why she went to speak to the protester.
I can help...
God, was she trying to prove herself to me?To show she can add value?I’ve employed enough people in my career that I can’t believe I missed that.
Of course, she did.
Otherwise, she never crossed the line.Her behavior in the office was always professional, respectful—even while in a fake relationship with me—and I have to admire that.
I put her in a terrible position.
It was me that asked her to do inappropriate things.More than once, I fantasized about dragging her into a closet or my personal bathroom and bending her over to fuck her.
I’ll be honest, I still wish I had.
While I care that her father might be a jerk if she heads back to London with her tail between her legs, I also feel responsible for that possibility.
It was me who encouraged her mouth onto my cock while thirty thousand feet in the air.It was me who asked her to fake being my fiancée.It was my employee who sabotaged the project and was responsible for outing our lie.
Me.
Not her.
Emily was simply collateral damage.If I wasn’t fighting my own inner demons, I would’ve called her by now.I would’ve told her how goddamn much I miss her.How I want to hold her in my arms and nuzzle into her neck, breathing in her scent.
How I want her back in my bed.
The thought of Emily flying back to England makes my heart rate skyrocket.Fortunately, my jet is back in New York, so I’d fucking fly after her.
And yet you still think you don’t want to marry her.
“Did you tell her?”I demand, itching to end the call with Mason so I can call her immediately.Would she answer?Is she okay?
God, she must be absolutely devastated and miserable knowing she might have to return home.
I’ll find her something else.
My company isn’t an option.The office is full of gossip after the gala.Amanda and Julie stood in my office last week giving me their strong opinions.
I listened and agreed.
It was a fucking stupid idea.
“Yes.We discussed it while she was here.Your girl solved my problem on the spot.”
Of course, she did.
My girl.
Emily could be my wife if I listened to Khalid.Let’s just say I did it’s unlikely, and I’m not saying I would, but I’ve hurt her and left her alone in the city.There’s no way she could love me.
Or forgive me.
