Page 37 of His Secret Virgin
Chapter 15
Christopher
As Emma left my room, I sat there shocked and speechless. I didn’t know what to do. All I knew was that I wanted her more than ever, and I knew she had to want me too.
I knew it was the secrecy of it all that had stopped her from letting anything more happen between us. I didn’t know how to get around that, though. No matter what scenario I imagined to tell her parents about my feelings for Emma, nothing seemed like it would work.
How was someone supposed to approach their friend with that kind of information?‘Oh, hey, Sebastien, I really like your daughter, so she and I are going to start hitting it hard and heavy. Okay, ol’ buddy?”
I could just imagine how that would end—with me on the floor after a well-deserved punch to the face.
Needless to say, the rest of the weekend passed with no contact between us. After trying to find Emma the next day with no luck—she must’ve been avoiding me—I decided to head home. And there was no second date at my lake house either.
Two weeks after our explosive night together, Emma and I were at a standstill. Even though Emma and I would be polite to one another at the office, I could tell not one thing had changed for either of us. I could read it in her body language and her eyes when she looked at me—she still wanted me as much as I wanted her.
Staring out the window one afternoon, I turned to look at the door as someone knocked. “Come in.”
In came Sebastien, and he looked irritated. Alarm bells went off immediately.Did she tell him about Concord?
“I need to talk to you, Christopher.” He slammed his fist into his palm. “There’s a son-of-a-bitch nosing around my little girl, and I want that to stop. Please tell me you can do something about it. It’s inappropriate in the workplace.”
I didn’t want anyone nosing around his daughter either. “I can. Who is it that’s bothering Emma?”
“Randy from accounting.” He took a seat, then tapped his foot relentlessly, his protective instincts apparently getting the better of him. “And he’s gone so far as to follow her back to her office to ask her out on a lunch date, the little weasel.”
I took my seat behind my desk. “I see.” Jealousy started to build up in me, but I knew I had to try to be reasonable. “Did she tell you that he was bothering her? Or is it just you who has a problem with it, Sebastien?”
He shook his head. “No, she told me about it and asked me how she could make him stop. I told her not to worry, that I would handle it. She pleaded with me not to embarrass her, and said I should come to you for help.”
“Oh, she did?” I knew then for certain that she wanted me to stop it, and that made me very happy. “Well, I’ll have someone from HR tell the kid that his behavior is inappropriate, and if he pursues it further, it will be considered sexual harassment. If he values his job, which let’s hope he does, that should be deterrent enough.”
Sebastien calmed down right away. “Emma was right. It was best to come to you with this problem.”
“Yes, she was.” I couldn’t help but feel a little hope that like this meant she might want to see me again.
“She admires you, you know,” he went on to say. “She talks about you a lot.”
My interest piqued, I asked, “She does?”
“Yeah,” he said as he got up to leave. “She feels very bad about how your ex did you. We saw Lisa walking down the sidewalk last weekend, by the way. I pointed her out and Emma mumbled something about running her over.”
So, she’s jealous, too.
“That’s nice of her,” I mumbled.
Sebastien laughed. “Nice? I wouldn’t say that. I told her that wasn’t a nice thing to say, much less think.”
With a shrug, I admitted, “I’ve thought about the same thing myself once or twice.”
“Yeah, but that’s you.” He headed toward the door. “Emma doesn’t have any reason to want that woman dead.” Opening the door, he reminded me with a tight smile, “Please get on with Operation Reduce Randy’s Presence in My Daughter’s Life. The sooner, the better, in my opinion.”
Mine too. “I’m making the call to HR now.”
After getting that taken care of, I decided to head home. On Thursdays, Emma usually picked up my dry cleaning and took it to my place. So, it being Thursday, I knew I’d run into her at home, and then we could have a little discussion.
We had to come to some kind of agreement or I would go crazy. That one taste of her had only served to make me want her more. And I knew she wanted it too.
A little while later, I sat in the foyer waiting for Emma to arrive. Whenever she came over, she placed my clean laundry in the closet in that room, so I knew I’d catch her.
