her wished she could just tell him to come to bed with her. But a bigger part knew that it was too soon for that, not to mention the conversation she needed to have with Josh. It was a small consolation to know he was nearby and that she would certainly see him for breakfast.
“Why don't you surprise me. I'll need to eat pretty early, though. I have to be at the museum at 9 a.m. so I have to leave when Rick gets here at eight.”
“Will seven be early enough?” She nodded. “Good. I'll see you then.”
He kissed her again, and for a moment, it was sweet and gentle. But then, at the same time, they both leaned into the kiss. Their hands wandered and caressed, their tongues searched. Rob pulled away and Em was flustered. He breathed heavily.
“I need to go. Now. Or else I won't let you sleep alone.”
He turned and walked toward his room, saying goodnight over his shoulder with a look that said he wished he was still kissing her. She watched him leave until he closed his door.
Em had a feeling neither of them would sleep well that night, but she had to try. Her career was on the line, and no matter how amazing and sexy Rob might be, she couldn't jeopardize that. She had worked too long and too hard to blow this opportunity.
For anyone.
Minneapolis, Minnesota, two days before Christmas Eve...
Emily woke to the sound of Itsty Bitsy Spider , the ring tone for her sister Annie, whose childhood nickname had been Itsy after the song she sang incessantly as a toddler. She looked at the clock as she felt for her phone on the nightstand. When she answered, she said with a groggy voice, slightly hoarse from all the talking she had done the night before, “Annie, this better be important. It's only 6 a.m. in Minneapolis.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Annie shouted.
“Well, that's a nice way to greet someone you've just woke up. And how are you this fine, very early morning?”
“This is not time for games, Em. What on God's green Earth were you thinking ?”
Emily couldn't fathom what her sister meant. “What are you talking about, Annie? Maybe you can spell it out for me. I just woke up and I can't read your mind across the country.”
“Why would you do that to Josh? You've barely been gone for two days and you're already sleeping with someone else? Don't you have any shame, Em?”
“I'll repeat myself, Annie, what are you talking about? I didn't sleep with anyone but myself!”
“Really? Because the video on YouTube of you making out with Deac Roberts at The Glass Door last night sure looks like it ended up that way.”
“What video? Where did you see something like that?” Emily quickly pulled herself to a sitting position. She had kissed Rob and she did want to sleep with him, but she hadn't, primarily because of Josh.
“I got an email from Charlie five minutes ago. She found a link in her Twitter feed this morning. You know how hot Charlie thinks Deac is, so she clicks on every single link she finds about him. She couldn't resist something that said, 'Deac and new mystery woman hot and heavy at The Glass Door.' Imagine her surprise when she finds that the mystery woman is none other than her sister, who, until a couple of days ago, was living with her boyfriend of five years!”
Emily didn't know what to say. She had thought they were safe at the club – wasn't that one of the reasons he went there? It didn't occur to her that they might be seen, that word of her being with Rob would get back to her family. Being with him felt so normal in so many ways, it wasn't any different than meeting any other guy.
Except, he wasn't any other guy, he was someone famous – not just a local, but an international, celebrity. And one who, by his accounts, didn't date often. Of course him being out with someone, anyone, would be news for the gossip hounds.
“Aren't you going to say anything for yourself?”
“I don't know what to say. Yes, I kissed him. That was me with him last night. But I
“Why don't you surprise me. I'll need to eat pretty early, though. I have to be at the museum at 9 a.m. so I have to leave when Rick gets here at eight.”
“Will seven be early enough?” She nodded. “Good. I'll see you then.”
He kissed her again, and for a moment, it was sweet and gentle. But then, at the same time, they both leaned into the kiss. Their hands wandered and caressed, their tongues searched. Rob pulled away and Em was flustered. He breathed heavily.
“I need to go. Now. Or else I won't let you sleep alone.”
He turned and walked toward his room, saying goodnight over his shoulder with a look that said he wished he was still kissing her. She watched him leave until he closed his door.
Em had a feeling neither of them would sleep well that night, but she had to try. Her career was on the line, and no matter how amazing and sexy Rob might be, she couldn't jeopardize that. She had worked too long and too hard to blow this opportunity.
For anyone.
Minneapolis, Minnesota, two days before Christmas Eve...
Emily woke to the sound of Itsty Bitsy Spider , the ring tone for her sister Annie, whose childhood nickname had been Itsy after the song she sang incessantly as a toddler. She looked at the clock as she felt for her phone on the nightstand. When she answered, she said with a groggy voice, slightly hoarse from all the talking she had done the night before, “Annie, this better be important. It's only 6 a.m. in Minneapolis.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Annie shouted.
“Well, that's a nice way to greet someone you've just woke up. And how are you this fine, very early morning?”
“This is not time for games, Em. What on God's green Earth were you thinking ?”
Emily couldn't fathom what her sister meant. “What are you talking about, Annie? Maybe you can spell it out for me. I just woke up and I can't read your mind across the country.”
“Why would you do that to Josh? You've barely been gone for two days and you're already sleeping with someone else? Don't you have any shame, Em?”
“I'll repeat myself, Annie, what are you talking about? I didn't sleep with anyone but myself!”
“Really? Because the video on YouTube of you making out with Deac Roberts at The Glass Door last night sure looks like it ended up that way.”
“What video? Where did you see something like that?” Emily quickly pulled herself to a sitting position. She had kissed Rob and she did want to sleep with him, but she hadn't, primarily because of Josh.
“I got an email from Charlie five minutes ago. She found a link in her Twitter feed this morning. You know how hot Charlie thinks Deac is, so she clicks on every single link she finds about him. She couldn't resist something that said, 'Deac and new mystery woman hot and heavy at The Glass Door.' Imagine her surprise when she finds that the mystery woman is none other than her sister, who, until a couple of days ago, was living with her boyfriend of five years!”
Emily didn't know what to say. She had thought they were safe at the club – wasn't that one of the reasons he went there? It didn't occur to her that they might be seen, that word of her being with Rob would get back to her family. Being with him felt so normal in so many ways, it wasn't any different than meeting any other guy.
Except, he wasn't any other guy, he was someone famous – not just a local, but an international, celebrity. And one who, by his accounts, didn't date often. Of course him being out with someone, anyone, would be news for the gossip hounds.
“Aren't you going to say anything for yourself?”
“I don't know what to say. Yes, I kissed him. That was me with him last night. But I
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