One minute Lucas had been looking at her as if he could eat her alive and the next he was walking out the door as if nothing had happened.
Well, to be fair, nothing actually had happened but it could have. Emma wasn’t a world-class dater but she certainly knew when a man was attracted to a woman and there was no doubt in her mind that Lucas was attracted to her. What had she done to turn him off?
The image of herself the night before came to mind and she groaned with disgust. Of course. She probably looked like a disaster; her hair was its usually mass of untamed curls and she had on no make up and for sure she had morning breath.
It was amazing there weren’t skid marks from his departure.
“Well I guess it’s good to know that the make up industry isn’t lying to me. Clearly I do need all of that crap to make myself attractive.” There was a depressing thought. Rolling on to her side, Emma looked at the clock. It wasn’t even six o’clock. How often had she wished for a day to just lie in bed? While part of her wanted to get out of the bed and yell at Lucas that while she may not be the most beautiful woman in the world first thing in the morning, he wasn’t looking so hot either.
Which would just be a big fat lie and she prided herself on not being a liar.
The man looked good enough to make her forget her own name and every other ridiculous question he’d asked her throughout the night. Unfortunately, she was in a no-win situation. With nothing left to do, Emma decided to do the only thing that she could.
Pull the blankets up over her head and pray for the day to just end.
****
Of course the day didn’t end and Emma only managed another three hours of sleep before she forced herself out of the bed. She carefully climbed from the bed and tested her ankle and was relieved that it actually felt better. There was still no doubt in her mind that she was going to have to baby it a little, but at least she knew that she would be able to get around easier today.
Walking over to the full wall of windows, she opened the blinds and saw nothing but white in front of her. Everything was coated and coated heavily in snow. “That can’t be good,” she sighed. There was no way she was leaving Lucas’s house today, that was for sure. Thoughts of her car came to mind and she willed them away. “Nope, not gonna go there,” she said. There was no use in making herself crazy over it; the car was a wreck and she’d have to get a tow truck here to get her out and then rent a car.
With her inner pep talk complete, she went into the master bathroom and decided to indulge a little. Last night was all about freshening up; today Emma needed to relax. A sad thought at only nine-thirty in the morning but with the way her day started, she needed all the help she could get.
Grinning at the over-sized tub, she turned on the faucet and began filling it. Her body ached in general from the crash yesterday and the though of just submerging herself in the jetted tub was too good of an opportunity to miss. For a minute she thought about checking with Lucas first and then decided against it. She was going to put off being in the same room as him for as long as humanly possible.
There was nothing around that suggested that Lucas even used the tub; there were no bath salts or anything out on the vanity. So, deciding to be a little inventive, Emma reached into the shower and grabbed a bottle of shampoo and dumped some into the water to give her a mock-bubble bath. She smiled as the bubbles grew and when the water was at a decent level, she stripped off Lucas’s t-shirt and climbed in.
And made the most un-ladylike groan at the pleasure the hot water and the jets were giving her.
“Emma? Are you okay?” Lucas’s frantic tone came from the other side of the door and Emma couldn’t find her voice. “Emma?” He knocked and then stormed in.
And froze.
“Lucas!”
Well, to be fair, nothing actually had happened but it could have. Emma wasn’t a world-class dater but she certainly knew when a man was attracted to a woman and there was no doubt in her mind that Lucas was attracted to her. What had she done to turn him off?
The image of herself the night before came to mind and she groaned with disgust. Of course. She probably looked like a disaster; her hair was its usually mass of untamed curls and she had on no make up and for sure she had morning breath.
It was amazing there weren’t skid marks from his departure.
“Well I guess it’s good to know that the make up industry isn’t lying to me. Clearly I do need all of that crap to make myself attractive.” There was a depressing thought. Rolling on to her side, Emma looked at the clock. It wasn’t even six o’clock. How often had she wished for a day to just lie in bed? While part of her wanted to get out of the bed and yell at Lucas that while she may not be the most beautiful woman in the world first thing in the morning, he wasn’t looking so hot either.
Which would just be a big fat lie and she prided herself on not being a liar.
The man looked good enough to make her forget her own name and every other ridiculous question he’d asked her throughout the night. Unfortunately, she was in a no-win situation. With nothing left to do, Emma decided to do the only thing that she could.
Pull the blankets up over her head and pray for the day to just end.
****
Of course the day didn’t end and Emma only managed another three hours of sleep before she forced herself out of the bed. She carefully climbed from the bed and tested her ankle and was relieved that it actually felt better. There was still no doubt in her mind that she was going to have to baby it a little, but at least she knew that she would be able to get around easier today.
Walking over to the full wall of windows, she opened the blinds and saw nothing but white in front of her. Everything was coated and coated heavily in snow. “That can’t be good,” she sighed. There was no way she was leaving Lucas’s house today, that was for sure. Thoughts of her car came to mind and she willed them away. “Nope, not gonna go there,” she said. There was no use in making herself crazy over it; the car was a wreck and she’d have to get a tow truck here to get her out and then rent a car.
With her inner pep talk complete, she went into the master bathroom and decided to indulge a little. Last night was all about freshening up; today Emma needed to relax. A sad thought at only nine-thirty in the morning but with the way her day started, she needed all the help she could get.
Grinning at the over-sized tub, she turned on the faucet and began filling it. Her body ached in general from the crash yesterday and the though of just submerging herself in the jetted tub was too good of an opportunity to miss. For a minute she thought about checking with Lucas first and then decided against it. She was going to put off being in the same room as him for as long as humanly possible.
There was nothing around that suggested that Lucas even used the tub; there were no bath salts or anything out on the vanity. So, deciding to be a little inventive, Emma reached into the shower and grabbed a bottle of shampoo and dumped some into the water to give her a mock-bubble bath. She smiled as the bubbles grew and when the water was at a decent level, she stripped off Lucas’s t-shirt and climbed in.
And made the most un-ladylike groan at the pleasure the hot water and the jets were giving her.
“Emma? Are you okay?” Lucas’s frantic tone came from the other side of the door and Emma couldn’t find her voice. “Emma?” He knocked and then stormed in.
And froze.
“Lucas!”
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