Page 25 of Breaking the Rules
I make changes and send another snapshot.
We go through a few rounds of refinement.
As Dean and Chloe finish with their client. Run to the backroom. Get into a huge fight that has her storming out.
As Emma flirts with a walk-in.
The poor sucker wants his girlfriend's name.
I should refuse—people always regret this shit—but there's something about the look in his eyes. It almost makes me believe in love.
Eventually, my three o'clock arrives.
He goes straight to the desk.
I meet him there.
"Hey." Emma forces her red lips into a smile. "You must be John."
He nods. "And you?"
"Emma." She bats her eyelashes. Giggles loudly. "You're in great hands. I bet you'll end up with something amazing." Her cheeks flush as she looks to me. "Hunter is talented. If you can get past him thinking he's always right."
"Not sure I can," the guy says.
Emma's fake laugh is awkward. Forced.
Her brow furrows.
Her lips curl into a frown.
The realization that she's failing to flirt spreads all over her face. "Well, let me know if you need anything. Water. Or coffee." This time, she pulls off the smile.
"Yeah." My client is oblivious to her clumsiness. He's buying the flirting hook, line, and sinker.
He gives her a long once over.
His tongue slides over his lips.
His gaze shifts to her chest.
My fingers curl into fists.
My jaw cricks.
What the fuck does he think he's doing?
I shake my head. Shrug the tension from my shoulders.
Yeah, I'm keeping an eye on Emma.
But that's all it is.
One friend looking out for another.
After I finish with this guy, she flirts through checkout. Packs her stuff.
Argues with me about the two of us walking home together.
