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My head is screaming that it’s only a coincidence, but my heart is telling me that he’s doing all this for me because he cares. That he’s having a change of heart and trying to be there for me in the only way he knows he can. I drop all the drinks off to the guests without a word, then make a few more rounds before going back to the bar.
“Take your lunch break,” Hannah says.
I eye the clock hanging on the wall and arch a brow. “Already?”
She shrugs. “Just doing what the boss says.”
What the hell is going on? I scrub a hand over my face and listen to my stomach rumble loudly, then sigh. “Uh, okay, yeah. You’ll be good for a little bit?”
“Of course. I got this, go eat. Sounds like you need it,” she says with a smile.
What will everyone think if I keep getting early lunches? I don’t want special treatment just because of my pregnancy, and especially not from Emmett. He forfeited the right to worry about me when he didn’t show up to the first appointment, then after acting like nothing happened between us at Dominic’s.
I’m not sure why I keep putting myself in these situations, but it’s about time I stop.
Instead of grabbing my lunch and sitting down to eat, I head toward the elevator and press the button to Emmett’s office floor. If he wants to sit up in his office and dictate the way my shift goes, the least he can do is explain why the hell he’s doing it
His assistant, who’s name I remember is Fran, frowns at me when I walk in. “He’s not available right now, ma’am.”
My anger is only getting worse the further I walk into the large space, which makes me strut right past her desk and straight for the large wooden doors ahead. I don’t even knock, that’s how much my blood is boiling, and scowl at him when I step in the room.
He’s got the phone to his ear, talking aggressively to whoever is on the phone, and he raises a brow at me in silent question. After a few minutes of my silence, he sighs and says, “Something has come up, please reschedule a call with Fran.” Then he hangs up the phone and leans back in his chair. “What do you need?”
I glare at him. “Seriously?”
He eyes me curiously. “I’m sorry?”
I scoff at him and shake my head. “What the hell are you doing? I’m not here to get special treatment.”
Realization sinks in, and he chuckles. “I’m just making sure you get to eat as much as you need to, Casey. Is that a problem?”
“You didn’t come to the doctor’s appointment and, on top of that, you took the ultrasound images with you.” I shake my head. “Yes, that’s a problem. If you wanted to care, you should’ve been at the appointment.”
“I’m trying,” he growls, standing straight off his chair. “I realize I made a mistake, but I’m doing my best to make up for that. What else do you want me to do?
“I don’t know!”
Emmett flinches at my tone and sighs, his gaze softening. “Try to stay calm, stress isn’t good for the baby.”
How the hell can I stay calm when this gorgeous man, who’s been in my life longer than I can remember, is standing in front of me looking delicious in that three-piece Armani suit? When he’s inching closer to me slowly, as if waiting for the right moment to strike?
More importantly, how many times are there going to be heated looks toward each other before we finally give in to whatever the hell this is?
One moment, we are fighting, and the next we are ready to rip each other’s clothes off – it’s giving me whiplash.
Emmett is looking at me as if he’s the lion and I’m his prey, ready to devour me, his lips tilting into a predatory smile. “What’s wrong, Casey? You look a little flushed.” His knuckles brush gently over my cheeks, and I tremble at his touch, so hypnotized by the sparkle in his bright eyes that I can’t even blink.
This isn’t right.
I shake my head and back away from him. “N-no, you can’t keep doing this. I’m not some toy you can play with whenever you want, Emmett.” Before this moment can escalate any further, I rush out of the room with tears stinging in my eyes.
I’ve never been more emotional than in these last few weeks, something that happens to everyone apparently, and I swipe angrily at the wetness against my cheeks. My pussy is throbbing with need, but I ignore it as I step back onto the casino floor and try to mask my emotions.
Hannah glances up at me, her head cocked to the side, then she asks, “Back already? That was quick.”
It was a lot quicker than it would’ve been if I had let Emmett get his hands on me any further. If he would’ve dipped his fingers lower, I was a goner. He’s got me under his complete control when he’s touching me, leaving me more than willing to do whatever he wants
This is what I get for letting him get under my skin all those weeks ago.
