My body hums. My hands roam. Chiseled abs, broad chest, muscled shoulders. But Emmett doesn’t take any liberties with me. He controls the pace, kissing me like his life depends on it—like it’s a lost art form.
I haven’t been kissed like this in…ever.
Eventually we slow, the fervor ebbs, and we both surface for air. Our foreheads tip together as we catch our breath. I try to make sense of how I went from dressing him down to this.
Emmett presses a quick kiss to the edge of my mouth and pulls me in, my head resting near his shoulder. He runs a hand over my straightened hair and gives me a quick, disbelieving hug. Seconds pass as my mind struggles to keep up.
How can I go there with anyone else after you?
My chest twinges, the weight of his confession sitting wonderfully heavy.
“I’m glad we cleared that up,” his deep voice rumbles in my ear.
Then he exhales hard and steps back, looking wide-eyed and startled by what just transpired. “I should get back to set.”
I nod dumbly. “Yeah. You should.”
Because what else is there to say? Thank you? Have fun dating seven other women? Go save your family farm?
Never mind my red minidress.
Thisis trouble.
No, this is a fucking mess.
And I’d still do it again.
OFFICIAL MEMO
To:Richard Wadsworth
From:Teri Baker
Subject:Strategic Leak
Hearing reports from some of the crew that they spotted our Emmett dancing at a local bar with our location manager, Julia. Of course, it could be entirely innocent since we know she was scouting the location.
I’d rather not accuse anyone in case it’s nothing. But I noted in my last memo that I’d be keeping an eye on this for you, so I wanted to bring it to your attention.
I don’t think I can address it directly with him and maintain his trust. He already knows he’s not supposed to be dating outside the show.
Wondering if a strategic leak might be beneficial in reminding him that he’s being watched. Especially heading toward the midpoint when he’s set to receive another payment.
