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“She said she couldn't believe she had a c
rush on you.” I finished. There, the seed had been planted. And technically I hadn’t done anything wrong. She was the one who blurted that out to him. I had merely just reminded him. Like any good friend would. I left it at that. No more meddling from me, it was up to those two now to either get it together or fuck it up.
“Love Hurts, or Psycho?” asked Tom, raiding my DVD cabinet. He held the two choices up. I screwed my face up, unsure of whether he was serious. Nobody could be that inconsiderate, could they?
“Seriously? They're your choices?” I dragged myself out of my chair and over to the cabinet. I pulled out Bubble Boy. I tossed it at him. “You are a bad, bad friend.”
“What, why?” He looked at his two choices, dumbfounded.
“I can’t see my man for who knows how long, and my attacker just got released from prison.” Sometimes I wondered why I was friends with the guy. He made a face, obviously realising his insensitivity. “And you're offering up Psycho to me.”
“Shit, sorry Em, I'm a dick.” He said, apologetically.
“Just put the movie on, Tom.” I sighed, lying down on the couch.
Halfway through the movie, which I just wasn't able to get into, I felt my phone vibrate. I glanced at Tom, he was glued to the screen. Simon. He'd sent me an email, just as he'd promised.
Em,
I hate not being able to be there with you, not just to be able to protect you, but because you are sexy, and I love you so much. I know, I know, I'm such a romantic, right?
I hope you are okay, and not worrying too much about things. This will all blow over soon. And if it makes you feel any better, Derek has not left his sister’s house in Connecticut since his release. Just don't ask me how I know this. Just add it to the long list of rules I’ve broken for you.
Love you,
Simon.
I smiled. I instantly felt better knowing Derek wasn't lurking in the bushes outside my apartment. And no doubt if he made any indication of heading toward New York, I'd hear about it.
Simon,
I love you, I love you, I love you. You always know how to make me feel better. I know you won’t let anything happen to me. I wish you could be here right now. There are so many things I'd do to you...
Em
I was surprising myself with how well I'd adapted to sexy, flirty Em. In typical Simon fashion, a reply popped up on my phone.
Well now I am intrigued. It would almost be worth risking seeing you, just to find out what it is you'd do to me. And here I was thinking you were a nice innocent girl I could take home to dinner with my mom.
Temptress Emma took over inside of me. I'd clicked send before I'd even realised it. I re-read my message and gasped. I felt my face redden. What a dirty little girl I'd become.
You could take me home to dinner with your mom, and she'd love me. But only because they wouldn't see what my foot was doing under the dinner table, or on the drive over. If you were here, right now, I'd blow your mind, among other things. Em xx
“Hi baby.” I said sweetly. My phone had rung almost immediately.
“Don't you ‘baby’ me.” He growled. “Do you have any idea how hard I am right now, how much I want you?” I giggled. I loved this control I had over him. I glanced at Tom again, still glued to the movie.
“Hold on.” Easing myself out of the chair, I ducked out of the room. In my bedroom, I laid down on the bed. “That's better. Now where were we?”
“You were turning me on, Miss Mancelli.” I closed my eyes and imagine him lying there next to me. I could almost smell his aftershave. His dark hair would be unruly and everywhere, framing his lovely deep blue eyes. His lips would be so soft, so gentle to kiss.
“I wish you were here.”
“And what would you do to me if I was there?” His voice was husky now, and low.
Almost hushed. I wondered for a moment if he was still at work. The thought of him calling me whilst still there was incredibly sexy.
“I'd kiss you. I'd be straddling you. Every now and then I'd accidentally grind myself against you, to feel your hardness.” I could hear the sound of his zipper, I found my own hands wandering underneath my skirt. My finger slipped past my panties and into my entrance. I gently tickled myself as I continued. “Then I would undo your fly. Your penis would spring out, as if he was so excited to see me.”
