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Emily
I’m woken up by something tickling my face. Scratch that, something sloppily kissing my face. I swipe at the culprit, groaning as I roll over and try to escape. Then I realise my mistake and jump up. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m awake,” I say, as I wipe at my eyes.
My vision starts to focus in on the room. I’m not at home. It’s okay. I look up into a pair of blue eyes. Blue eyes that are staring at me with concern, while a storm is brewing within them in the background.
Did I make him mad? I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, so I pull the sheet up to my chest and sit there. I should make breakfast. I can make myself useful if I make breakfast.
“Emmy, stop. Whatever thoughts are going through your pretty little head right now, tell ‘em they can fuck right off. You’re here with me. You’re okay.”
“Do you want breakfast? I can cook,” I offer, not willing to share what exactly those thoughts were.
“We’ll get something on the road. I gotta go into the office for a few hours. Come on, I want you to come with me,” he says.
Now that I’m fully awake, I notice that he’s in a suit, a really nice freaking suit. A charcoal jacket and pants with a white business shirt and light grey tie. He’s wearing a tie. Josh, my Josh, does not wear ties. What happened to the ripped jeans and sweats?
“Why do you look like that?” I ask.
Josh glances down at himself. “I have to go into the office. I’m the boss, Em. I have to wear a suit.”
“Yeah, but do you have to wear it that well? I mean, surely we can find you like an oversized jacket or something. I hear plaid is back in style,” I offer up suggestions.
Josh smirks at me and stands up, doing a complete three-sixty. I get the full, head to toe view. Okay, my eyes didn’t make it to the toes; they got stuck on the ass. Damn, what an ass that is.
“My eyes are up here, Emmy.” Josh laughs as he catches me staring.
“Uh?” I pretend to play dumb. I am blonde, so it should work.
He shakes his head. “Come on, get up. As much as I love you naked, you need clothes on. You’re coming with me,” he says.
“Wait, what? I can’t go to work with you. I’ll just be in the way.” Think, Emily, you have to get out of this. You cannot go into an office building and risk being seen.
“You’re never in the way. I want you there,” he argues.
“Josh, I’m tired. I’d rather stay here and wait for you to come back.” I pray he will let me just stay locked up in this tower. It’s much safer than being out and about in the city, in broad daylight.
“Besides, I have no clothes suitable to wear to an office.” That’s not a lie. I literally have no clothes on me. I don’t know what he did with the jeans and sweatshirt I left in his bathroom that first day he found me.
Josh contemplates his options for a minute before pulling his phone out and calling someone.
“Ella, how’s my favourite sister-in-law?” he asks.
I can’t hear what she says back to him, as I’m only getting the one-sided conversation.
“Still counts. I need you to come over to my apartment and show Emily around some shops. She hasn’t been out in the city and I don’t want her getting lost.”
My eyes go wide, and I shake my head. I am not going shopping. No way, no how.
“Now would be good. Tell him he’ll manage.” Josh hangs up the phone.
“I’m only going to be gone for a few hours. Ella’s going to take you shopping. I’ll wait for her to get here before I leave.” He comes and sits on the bed. I start to shake my head no and protest.
“You need clothes, Emmy,” he says as he pulls out a shiny black card from his wallet. “Take this—there’s no limit on it.” He grabs my hand and wraps it around the card.
“I-I’m not sure I can go shopping, Josh. I haven’t been out to the shops for a really long time. What if I can’t do it? What if something happens? I’d rather just stay here.” My breathing picks up at the thought of being out in public, of being caught.
“Okay, how about I set the computer up, and you and Ella can do some online shopping? Have it delivered to the farm. We’ll be back there tomorrow.”
I nod my head. I have no intention of spending his money, but if it means I can escape the conversation, I’ll agree to it.
