Emma
I don’t move, standing at the doorway. The bedroom is spacious and the tall, French windows reveal a magnificent view of the backyard.
Then my eyes land on the only bed in the room. We’ll sleep together. My mind is filled with images of James, taking his clothes off. I wonder what he looks like without the perfectly tailored suit and tie. What’s worse- this is not the first time I’ve wondered about this. Then I imagine James walking out of the shower, his hair wet and dripping all over his muscled body. I feel a strange tingling in my stomach as I think of him naked and want to pinch myself.
“Emma?”
The voice comes from somewhere too close to me and I flinch. My eyes snap open- I don’t remember closing them in the first place.
I turn around to see James looking at me. He look
