“She’s one of the design coordinators on my latest project.” I left out the fact that I had already known that before. After some asking around, it wasn’t hard to find her on social media.
“So, you work with her, and you haven’t been an asshole?” He laughed.
“No, I have. Then she almost passed out today.”
“Oh?”
“She’s diabetic,” I sighed. “I told her she needs to take better care of herself. She then asked why I punched that guy for her. I told her he deserved it.”
“Sounds like you might have a crush.”
“I don’t do crushes, Tyler. I’m a grown-ass man.”
“Connor, get over yourself.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“I don’t know, maybe, you know, be nice to her on this date?”
“I can try that.”
“This might have been the longest you’ve ever talked at one time. Seems like she’s already changing you.”
“Fuck off.” I rolled my eyes despite him not being able to see me.
“And on that note, I have to go. Just give it time, and maybe tell her you’re sorry for how you acted.”
“Noted.”
After quick goodbyes, I hung up the phone and set it on the counter. Be nice. Yeah, no problem. I can do that. It’s not that it isn’t in my nature. I just never saw myself as a one-woman man after the last time. I learned the hard way that they can hurt you if you do that, and it’s been easier to just keep a fuck buddy. With the lifestyle I’m in, it’s hard to skip to a different female every night, so for the most part, I had a Little in the bedroom only. I made it clear that it would never lead to anything else.
I could give her her fantasies in a safe way, and, well, I got to be a Daddy and get the pent-up need to look out for someone else in a way where I wouldn’t fall in love.
Only now, when I think about taking care of someone, it’s Emma. I think about her crazy red hair and those wide blue eyes when she looked into mine after I hit that jackass. How she was slightly shaking and softly thanked me when I handed her money. She seemed… alone. Empty. I know that fight is in her. I saw it today. But for some reason, she wasn’t defending herself that night. I want to know why. Why was she able to look into my eyes and call me out but unable to do it to someone less built and shorter than I am?
Finishing the water bottle, I threw it away and headed for my room. There wasn’t much in it, just a queen bed with a couple of nightstands and a dresser. I wasn’t planning to stay in this house long. When I started building my own house, I didn’t think it would take this long, but it happened to be the same time C&E took off, and running my own company takes more of my time now. Sitting in an office bossing people around isn’t what I signed up for. Iwantto be out there putting in the hard work, so I opted to have an office here when I need it and work with the crews daily. It means my house gets put on the back burner. I could get others to work on it when I don’t have the chance, but that doesn’t sit well with me. So if I have to stay in this place for a little longer, so be it.
Walking to the bathroom, I turned on the hot water and stripped off my clothes before standing under the spray. Like many nights, I started calculating everything I had to do for the next day. The calls I hated but were necessary to make, the paperwork that needed to be signed, the teams I was going to send out, and now the date I’m taking Emma on. If she ends up even texting me. The thought of her had my cock rock hard already.
Knowing I shouldn’t, I grabbed my length and slowly gave it a few tugs. Rubbing my thumb over the head and leaning back as I fucked my fist. If I had any chance of keeping my hands off her tonight, I needed a release. Fucking myself faster, I placed my hand on the shower wall, bracing myself as small moans fell from my mouth.
“Fuck, Emma.” I moaned. What the hell was this woman doing to me?
My thighs tightened, small tingles developed in my lower stomach, and I moved faster, chasing my climax and emptying my balls. I sprayed the shower wall with my cum, wishing it was on Emma’s tits.
When my breathing returned to normal, I felt slightly guilty, so I quickly finished my shower and threw on a pair of sweats before walking back to the kitchen to see if I had anything to eat. Going shopping was never on my mind, and since I sucked at cooking, there normally wasn’t much in here. Opening the freezer, I saw I had one frozen meal left. It was probably freezer burned and lacked any flavor, but I knew I’d at least get something nice tonight.
Plopping it in the microwave, I grabbed my phone and went through my emails. Nothing that couldn’t wait until tomorrow. The phone vibrated in my hand, a text from a number that wasn’t saved.
Coral Gardens. 6 p.m. Bring your voice.
A smile crossed my face at the thought of her trying to tellmewhat to do. Seems like Little Fighter here needs to know that she doesn’t call the shots.
I’ll think about it.I replied and set the phone down.
Taking my food out of the microwave, I tossed it on the counter and peeled off the film. It looked fucking gross, but I also wasn’t picky, so I guess this would have to do. Eating as much as I could, I threw the trash away, picked up my phone, and headed for my bedroom.
I climbed into bed and looked up the one account I had become obsessed with looking at.Emma_Designs.For the most part, it had a lot to do with her job. She’d post colors that go together, floor plans, and decorations. But every once in a while, she shares a little of her life. Tonight happened to be that night. She was posing in front of some restaurant, her hair curled perfectly and wearing a short dress that showed off all her curves. She was laughing at something someone had said.
