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Emma had no clue who Juan was, but it sounded as if Chase were paying his condolences for losing a loved one. That confused her.
Jaxson's voice was raising, he was as angry as she'd ever seen him. "He's as nasty as ever. Totally obnoxious on every issue we care about. Hell, we even threw punches before I got escorted out by security."
"Then that's all the more reason," Chase insisted.
"You're right. I just thought... never mind. It was a crazy idea."
Emma wiggled in his lap until she could see Jaxson's face. She needed to understand what was happening. Why he sounded so uncertain. It was so unlike him. "What is it? What aren't you saying?"
"It's nothing, baby. You look tired. Why don't you go in and lay down for a short nap. I need to take Chase out and show him an investment property I'm thinking of buying. We'll wake you up when we get back and are ready for some dinner and a little play time."
He wasn't asking her. He was back to his Dom voice. He wasn't ready to discuss what had happened with his father yet. It hurt to know he couldn't trust her enough to let her know what was going on.
She pushed to her feet and before she could say something that might end up with her over someone's lap, she stomped off to the bedroom with a sassy, "fine," as her only response.
* * *
Just over twenty-four hours later, Emma was looking at her reflection in the three-way mirror in the oversized bathroom of Jaxson's loft. The day had been a whirlwind of preparations, not only for their upcoming extended trip to London, but unbelievably she was being primped to attend Jaxson's father's fundraiser where he would be announcing his official candidacy for the president of the United States of America.
That she would even be in attendance was incredible enough. That the current plan was for her to be on the stage standing beside the candidate's son as the announcement was made was truly insane.
She tried to sit sill as the make-up artist and hairdresser her men had hired to assist fawned all over her. The rented diamond necklace and teardrop earrings sparkled in the bright lights reminding her she wasn't in Kansas anymore.
The last day had taken on a fantasy quality as she'd been coached and prepped on proper etiquette for hobnobbing with the rich and famous. Jaxson had told her at least ten times that he honestly couldn't care less about what anyone thought, yet he knew she was desperate not to do anything that might draw negative attention to herself.
When the stylist finished and stepped away so she could get a good look at her reflection, Emma almost accused them of replacing the mirror with a life-sized picture of a princess. Her long, thick hair was atop her head in a magnificent up-do. Her eyes took on a smoky, mystical quality that only made her unique lavender eyes stand out even more. As she glanced lower, she loved the cut of her dress that accentuated her ample breasts tastefully while cinching in her waist to make her look thinner. It didn't hurt that she'd barely eaten for the last two days, both nervous and hopeful to shed a few pounds before stepping into the public eye with the men again.
"Holy hotness. Emma, you look good enough to eat." Chase and Jaxson stood just inside the room, looking every inch the GC models they were in their black Armani tuxedos. Her eyes met their heated gaze in the mirror. She’d seen that feral look of desire many times before. Her body was conditioned to respond and right on cue, she felt a wet gush release into her new lace panties as her men moved closer, looking like predators ready to pounce.
"Hello," she said simply.
"Well, hello little lady. I think we should all stay home tonight." It was Chase teasing, yet the comment hit close to home.
Jaxson replied, "Hey, I told you guys you can stay home. You don't need to go tonight. I can handle this on my own," he rationalized.
"Like hell you can. After hearing all the shit your father has planned, there’s no way in hell you're going into the lion's den without your support crew." Chase didn’t back down, smiling at Emma supportively.
She was grateful her lovers had sat her down the night before. They’d spent hours talking through the pros and cons of going as a group to the gala that evening. Her heart swelled with love for the men as she remembered how they’d left the final decision entirely up to her, recognizing she had the most emotional vulnerability wrapped up in how they went public with their relationship.
Emma didn't like how defenseless her Dom looked in that moment. She was grateful that Chase seemed to step in, as if he knew Jaxson needed him to take the lead. Chase reminded them of their motto they’d adopted less than twenty-four hours before. "Where you go, we all go."
Jaxson held out his bent arm, waiting for Emma to place her hand through the crook. Chase closed in on her other side, placing his arm around her waist. They made their way to the elevator linked, stepping in and all taking a deep breath, knowing this would be their last moment of peace for many hours.
The lobby of their building was quiet, yet the row of news vans and paparazzi with their zoom-lens cameras trained on the glass door was already lined up outside, ready to greet them.
Oh how she wished they could leave through a back door or something— anything to avoid having to see pictures of herself plastered on the front of gossip magazines with headlines like "Jaxson Davidson Dating Unnamed Grad Student." She'd especially enjoyed being described by the Chicago Tribune as his 'chunky co-ed.'
The door was too narrow to retain their three-wide stride. Chase leaned in to kiss her cheek before dropping back to follow as Jaxson led her to the wolves.
The click of cameras shuttering greeted them just before reporters shouted out questions, hoping they might stop for an impromptu interview. She plastered on a smile as they moved towards the waiting stretch limousine in slow motion, unable to cut through the pressing crowd quickly. Emma dreaded arriving at the gala if this was how insane the coverage was at Jaxson's home.
Chase pressed in close to make sure no one could ambush her and Jaxson from behind. Men in suits with earpieces stepped up from the limousine to escort them the final steps through the crowd. Still, in spite of all of the men surrounding her to keep her safe, Emma felt more than one hand groping at her, daring to touch her. She fought down the panic.
Only once they were safely ensconced in the back of the limo along with the two armed-guards she suspected might be secret service agents did she take a calming breath.
"Well, that was fun. I can't believe you guys live like this."
Chase grabbed her hand. "This was worse than normal. It won't be like this when we get out of DC. At least I hope not."
