THEO
Okay… I may have misjudged this.
I had the best intentions, but I guess I should have known that Emmie wouldn’t have wanted to prepare for an event like my mother and her friends all do.
One look at her face and I knew I’d fucked up.
I just wanted to do something nice.
Apparently, this wasn’t it.
“I just wanted you to feel good. You don’t have to. I can send them all away and we can forget all about it.”
Fuck.
I’m so out of my comfort zone right now I can barely even see it.
She looks around the room once more, her expression softening.
“You really did this for me?” she asks, disbelief coating her words.
“Yeah. I told you, I’d do anything for you.” I don’t miss both the therapists swooning at my words.
“I mean, I’d have preferred if you took me out to your parents’ shooting range, to be honest, but I appreciate what you’ve done.”
“They can leave. I can cancel the hair and makeup later, too.”
Emmie shakes her head and does the opposite of what her body language suggested she would when she walked in.
“No, it’s okay. I want to.”
I close the space between us, catching her and twisting our fingers together.
“You don’t have to do this because I want you to.”
“Trust me, Theo. I don’t do anything because you want me to,” she deadpans.
I can’t help but chuckle. “Fair enough. I just want you to relax. Feel as beautiful as I see you.”
“Theo,” she sighs. “Bad boy, rememb—” Her words are cut off with a gasp when I cup her bare pussy beneath my hoodie. “There’s still plenty of the bad, Hellcat.”
Capturing her lips, I back her up until she bumps against the wall and kiss her until she’s breathless.
“I’ll be in my office. Call me if you need anything. Enjoy,” I say, bopping her on the nose with my finger.
“I’ll try. I think I’d prefer for you to be the one doing the massage, though.”
“Rain check?”
Her smile falters at my words and my brows pull in concern, but she recovers quickly.
Something is bothering her. Well, something more than being locked in here with me while her mum is in hospital after a suicide attempt.
“Sounds like something I can get on board with.”
“Look after my girl,” I say to the two ladies as I march through everything they’ve set up in my living room.
I stop at my office door and watch as Emmie awkwardly talks to them before nodding and taking off toward her bedroom with a fluffy white robe in her hand.