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“You alright?” He asked, and I realized his gaze was on me.
Damn it, why’d he have to be so observant? “Yup great.” I lied and quickly threw my takeout container away before practically sprinting up the stairs to hide.
That night, as I laid in bed, I considered asking Mason how much he really knew. If he’d shown up at the agency today, maybe he worked for the agency like me. After debating for a while, I decided otherwise. If I wanted out of the agency, I had to be much more careful moving forward. I couldn’t afford to get caught snooping around again.
6
MASON
With my gun cocked,I softly opened the door and inched down the dark hallway. It was well after midnight. Maybe Viktor had decided to send the team, anyway. Or maybe whoever Emma had been snooping around on had actually sent someone to finish the job I’d started.
I peered into Emma’s room. The door was open; the lights were off, and no sign of Emma. My pulse quickened. If anything happened to her on my watch, after what I’d done to her myself, I could never forgive myself. I quickly made my way to the end of the hallway and pivoted around the corner.
My heart caught in my throat.
Not because of an intruder.
But because of Emma.
She was standing illuminated by the soft glow of the hall night light in her lacy little underwear, with her giant T-shirt hardly covering a thing as she strained on her tiptoes. She struggled as she reached for a blanket on the top shelf of the linen closet.
I knew I should either help her, or go back to bed, but I couldn’t help but stand frozen, as I admired the soft curve of her ass. I shook my head, willing my thoughts to change.
Emma whirled around. “Holy shit!” She breathed. “You startled me.”
“What are you doing?” I could hear the huskiness in my own voice as I spoke.
“You keep your house mother f-ing freezing. I was trying to get an extra blanket down.” Her eyes flicked down to the gun in my hand, but she said nothing more.
I turned the safety back on and set the gun on the hallway table. “Here, let me.” I closed the space between us, and she stood wedged between the closet and me. I could smell her sweet coconut scent as I reached around her. “Which one?” I huffed.
She turned around and pointed to the one she was reaching for. “That one there, the fuzzy one.”
I leaned forward over the top of her and reached for the blanket above her. Our bodies momentarily pressed together, and my cock lit up at being pressed against her back for a moment. I stepped back and handed her the blanket.
“Thanks.” she whispered, looking up at me with big doe eyes. She was so innocent, so inviting. The look in her eyes was uncertain. And there she was, standing in front of me, half naked. I ate her up with my eyes silently. Her breathing was fast and shallow. Even in the darkness I could see how dilated her eyes were, looking at me.
Fuck.
I found myself imagining things, all kinds of things I shouldn’t be. I could push her up against the door frame right now, and sweep those thin little panties to the side so easily. And that’s all that stood between us, just a thin little piece of fabric. Based on the way she was breathing, I had a pretty good idea of what I might find on that fabric, too. A warm damp spot.
Get it together, man. This is your best friend's daughter, for Christ's sake.
And then my eyes flicked back up to her face, where I could just barely make out the bruises across her face that were developing into a deeper blue hue. I felt hot shame pour through me. If being light years older than her wasn't enough, if her being my friend's daughter wasn’t enough, then the fact that I had made those marks on her body was. I didn’t deserve the thought of fantasizing about being with Emma, not after what I had done to her.
She deserved someone who would touch her tenderly, who would never leave a bruise on her body. But something in me felt the urge to be the one to make all those bruises and pain go away. Something in me felt the urge to leave different kinds of marks on her skin.
I felt myself trying to break the trance I was in. “You shouldn’t be skulking around the house in the dark.” I barked, and it came out more aggressive than I intended, but I was trying to do anything except get seduced by sweetness itself. And that’s what Emma was. She was sweet and pure, and yes, sometimes spunky. But she was quintessentially good itself, even if she did have a habit of getting into trouble.
Her expression shifted to one of irritation, and she pushed past me roughly. “Maybeyoushouldn't be lurking around in the dark withthat.” She waved to the gun as she walked past and went back into her room and closed the door firmly.
I went back to my room and closed the door even harder.
Fuck.
This was going to be more difficult than I anticipated. She had always been my best friend's daughter to me, but suddenly I realized she was a woman now. She had the body of a woman, and she wasn’t the little girl I used to know anymore. Even with sheer terror in her eyes the other night, she was so fucking beautiful. Even pissed at me and covered in bruises. She was so fucking tempting.
The next morning, I got up around six, and when I came out of my room, Emma was nowhere to be found.
