CHAPTER 4: Emily

I can’t contain the excitement that courses through me as Robert packs the last of my suitcases into the trunk of the limousine. This is my favorite time of the year: my one-week holiday.

 It’s the only time off I get, so I look forward to it. No Anne, no clients, no rules. Well, the rules are still there, but she’s not around to enforce them. Anne insists Robert accompany me everywhere, but I’m okay with that. He lets me enjoy my free time.

My flight to New York leaves in just over three hours, but we need to stop by Anne’s place for my final inspection. I hate that she controls me like this. One and a half years more, I keep telling myself, I will be finally free of this life. 

While I make my way into the house, Robert unloads the bags from the car so she can go through them. She needs to inspect what I’ve packed and make sure it’s up to her standards. 

    “Emily my dear, are you all set?”  she asks when I enter the parlor.

 She’s all dressed up as usual. I’m guessing Anne would be in her mid-fifties, She looks great for her age. I’ve never seen her looking anything but perfect. Her blonde hair is always styled. I wouldn’t be surprised if she sleeps with a full face of makeup. 

Her gaze travels the length of my body. I’m wearing a tailored white pants suit, a large red handbag and matching red heels. There’s a hint of red lace from my camisole peeking from underneath my buttoned-up jacket. 

    “Turn around” She commands, twirling a finger.

When I pass the muster, she gives me the usual air kiss on each cheek. That’s about the limit of her affection as a mother. She moves the contents in my box around, checking everything.

After five years I have this down path. I know the things she classes as suitable, so I always pack accordingly. Robert came up with his masterful plan of stashing my casual attire which she hates me wearing in his bag. He really is my savior. 

     “Follow this!”  she demands, shoving a white envelope into my hand it contained my meal plan for the week.  "You know better than to put on any unwanted weight" she continues.

     “Yes I do. Thanks for this ” I reply resisting the urge to roll my eyes knowing fully well that I will not follow the meal plan. It's a freaking holiday!

    “I expect you to be on your best behavior, Em”  she says as she leaves the room. No ‘safe travels’. No ‘enjoy your holiday’. I wasn't surprised or expecting it anyways. 

    “I will” I say after her, rolling my eyes at her retreating back. 

Once we arrive the airport, Robert takes our luggage to the check-in counter. I head to the newsagency to buy a magazine to read while we wait for our flight. We still have about an hour before our plane takes off.

After picking up a few magazines off the rack, I go to the counter. Maybe a Snickers bar? Anne doesn’t let me eat junk food, but I sneak some in occasionally. Snickers bars are my favorite. With the amount of hours I work out at the gym to stay in shape, I know I’ll have this baby burnt off in no time.

After paying for my purchases, I open the chocolate bar and take a bite. Robert also knows I’m not allowed to eat these, but he’ll keep my secret.

I flick through one of the magazines in my hand, taking another bite of my chocolate, as I walk back to the check-in counter.

Boom!  

    “Jesus Christ!"I scream out in shock.

I crash into something solid. My gaze goes to the floor where my chocolate and magazines now lay. Shit! I was enjoying that. A pair of shiny black men’s dress shoes stand beside my poor unfortunate chocolate bar. A delicious manly scent surrounds me, invading all my senses. Nope, not a wall. My gaze travels up his expensive grey suit pants, past the matching tailored jacket and baby blue shirt and tie, until I reach the face of an angel.

I swallow nervously. He’s stunning. Absolutely breathtaking. He has big brown eyes and perfectly chiseled features. Can a man be beautiful? Because goddamn, he is.

    “I’m sorry”  he says in a deep, dreamy voice.

Closing my eyes briefly, I try to compose myself. I can’t seem to find the words to answer him, so I eventually just smile instead.

    “You have a …..” His hand moves towards my mouth, skimming over my bottom lip. I’m frozen. Never has a man affected me like this. Why can’t my clients look like him? Sure most are far from what you’d call ugly, but damn.

Pulling his hand back, he holds his finger up for me to see. Even his hands are perfect. I imagine what it would feel like to have hands like that caress my body. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. But it soon vanishes when I notice the small piece of chocolate sitting on the tip of his finger. I’m immediately consumed with humiliation. My eyes widen and my mouth gapes when he places his finger in his mouth, sucking the chocolate off.

    “Yummy” he says as he nods his head.

Holy hotness. I have an urge to clench my thighs together as a warm, tingling feeling spreads through my body. Far out. How could such a small gesture make me feel like that? I’m not used to being turned on. My job is more about me pleasing my clients, not the other way around.

Our eyes remained locked for what feels like an eternity. Our little staring contest is broken when I hear Robert's voice beside me. Mr Yummy looks from me to Robert before bending to retrieve my magazines and chocolate bar from the floor. He clears his throat when he sees the page I’d been reading.

    “Looks like someone isn’t doing his job properly” he says, before placing them in my hands and briskly walking away.

I look down at the bold heading of the article. TEN WAYS TO ENSURE AN ORGASM DURING SEX. I feel my face flush as I give Robert an awkward grin.

His tongue briefly dashes across his front teeth. 

    “You have chocolate on your teeth”

Of course I do, and I groan at Mr Yummy retreating back. Somebody kill me now.