Seven Emma
821 Words
Emma…
My insides heat with Chance’s penetrating stare and everything around disappears from sight. The liquid flame licks my skin. Ohhh. It feels as if he is touching me, sending my nerve endings into overdrive as a ripple vibrates through me.
In an instant it’s gone. A lingering roll of smoke spirals around me.
Chance.
Rick invades my consciousness with a nudge as he guides me to the VIP section of the balcony. I quickly sit and look back to where Chance is sitting.
I watch as Chance stands, at this distance it’s hard to make out his expression so I focus my attention on the woman he is sitting with. With her eyes wide, I watch as she reaches for Chance’s arm. Chance quickly turns and makes a hasty advance toward the staircase that leads down to the dance floor.
What was that all about? And who is she? My chest heavies.
I scan the dance floor for Chance’s broad frame just as I hear the music stop, leaving a humming in my ears nearly deafening me. All I can make out from the DJ’s announcement are the words… Rick … engagement … and my name. Why did he have to tell everyone? My stomach clinch and my cheeks heat. I hate being the center of attention. It’s so embarrassing.
What was that look all about? Thinking about Chance’s eyes locked with mine again causes a wave to ricochet through me. Did I affect Chance the same? Did I see desire? Emma, you’re doing it again; your imagination is wild.
Clearly Ms. May is right about one thing, I don't have a clue when it comes to men.
Rick snaps his fingers. “Love, what would you like to drink? I am ordering a round for the whole club.”
I focus on his broad smile—he is handsome with his honey-colored skin, defined features, and hazel eyes peering down at me.
“Umm … I will take a white wine, please.”
I watch as people congratulate him on his way to the bar and it takes everything in my power not to roll my eyes as the scene plays out. Hatred for this club burns deep in my veins and I begin craving the serenity of my room.
I find Rick at the bar, people surrounding him like a mob, handing him shot after shot. As I approach, he starts waving people off and picks up our drinks from the bar and we make our way back to the VIP section.
“We are only staying for one drink,” he says handing me my drink. “I still have a few things I want to talk to you about.” He holds out his glass for us to make a toast. “To our future, My Love!”
I take a sip and he turns to face me as he places his hands around my waist—pulling me toward him. Surprising me, I part my lips. His mouth lands hard on mine and he drives his tongue into my mouth.
I lose myself within the kiss, burning out the roller coaster of emotions. A stab of need crashes to my center in waves. I moan into his mouth as pure hot lava washes over me and I deepen the kiss wanting to drown in it. My skin pulses, and I wake to my body’s reaction, quickly pulling away from him.
I hear a roar of people cheering us on.
Rick moves away from me and picks up my hand. “Sweet Love! I have been waiting for that,” he says kissing my knuckles.
Uneasiness curls in my stomach and I pull my hand from his. “Excuse me. I have to use the ladies’ room,” I say and walk away without waiting for a response.
I slap my hand to my forehead. What in the hell are you thinking? You promised yourself to never, and I mean NEVER, kiss that asshole. It was the only thing you had control over. A sliver of, what?—passion—burrows deep into my heart.
“You’re an i***t!” I reprimand myself. “This is Rick; you’re thinking of … RICK.”
How can you have any kind of feelings for him?
A knock on the bathroom door causes me to turn and I see Rick walking through in. I feel my body and mind at war.
”You were gone for a long time, My Love.”
He stops only a foot in front of me, too close. I can feel my body heat radiating off of him. And a flush builds in my cheeks.
I look to his solid chest and lie, “Yes, I'm sorry. I don’t think supper is setting well with my stomach. Please forgive me for rushing off.”
“Then let's get you home.”
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