Page 173 of Breaking the Rules
Fuck him for that.
"We need to talk," he says.
No. I know what he wants to talk about. And I'm done. "I have to get dressed."
"Too bad."
I push past him.
His skin feels so good against mine.
He's warm and hard and inviting.
But fuck him for that too.
"Emma." His voice drops to something demanding. "Stop."
My knees go weak. Fuck, maybe it is hot when he gets bossy. Or maybe it's the hurt dripping into his voice.
He is worried about me.
He does care.
Just not enough to pull his head out of his ass.
"Are you going to apologize for your hypocrisy?" I ask.
He says nothing.
"Or tell me you realized I'm more important than whatever it is that's keeping you away?"
Still nothing.
"Then what the fuck could we possibly have to talk about?" I don't give him a chance to respond.
I move into my room.
Slam the door.
Drop my towel.
He stays in the hallway for a moment. Waiting for me. Giving me time to get over my anger, I guess.
Not happening.
I ignore him as much as I can. Don my chemise and my little black dress. Towel dry my hair and apply texturizer.
I hate going out with wet hair, but heat styling is out of the question. My hair is way too fried for that.
Eventually, he moves into the office. His room. Whatever.
He shuts his door.
I focus on my makeup. My heels. My purse.
But, still, when I look in the mirror, I don't see Emma Kane, confident, sexy, badass.
I see a vulnerable girl who can't protect herself.
