Her lips part when she sees me.
“Good morning,” I offer.
“Morning,” she mutters. “I had one too many martinis last night.”
I wondered if she’d bring it up. I hadn’t planned on it. When I lived in this apartment, I was known to overindulge often, too often.
Before I can change the subject, Emma carries on. “I don’t usually do that. I can’t. Or I haven’t been able to, but I guess now I can do whatever I want, whenever I want.”
That’s a hell of a lot to unpack this early in the morning.
I skate past whatever she just said and focus on what I need from her. “What are your plans for the day?”
She gazes around my apartment as if inspiration is going to hit her. “I’m going to see about a flight home.”
That works for me.
“What about you?” she asks.
The question perks my brow, but I ignore it in favor of my agenda. “I need you to hang out somewhere else until at least five.”
“I can’t come back until five?” She studies me.
I toss her a curt nod. “At least until then. It could be as late as seven. I’ll let you know if five doesn’t work, so you may want to pay attention to your phone today.”
She pushes her hair back over her shoulders. “I guess I can find a coffee shop. Maybe I can go to one of the museums for a few hours.”
That’s the spirit.
I keep that comment to myself. “I’m leaving for the office. I’ll see you out.”
Her arms cross her chest just under her breasts. My eyes level on them because I’m not dead. She’s a beautiful woman with a killer body.
The thoughts running through my head should land me a special place in hell.
I can’t think about Emma’s tits or how her slender waist flows down to curvy hips.
“Can you give me a minute to get my stuff together?” She tilts her head. “I won’t be long.”
A cleaning crew is due to arrive in a half-hour, so I can spare Emma a minute or two.
“Of course.”
“Thank you.” She smiles before she sets off toward the guestroom. I watch her walk away. I’ve never noticed the fit of jeans on a woman before, but Emma’s hug her heart-shaped ass perfectly.
My body reacts to that.
I look down at the floor because Drake would wring my neck if he knew that my dick is infatuated with his sister.
Emma Owens is off-limits. There’s no way in hell I can go anywhere near her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Emma
The last timeI was in Manhattan, my brother set aside a few hours each day to spend with me. We had lunch together at his favorite diner one afternoon and wandered around the Museum of Modern Art another day.
I jammed everything we did during that trip into today.
