CHAPTER 41: EMILY

It was almost difficult walking to the door, knowing who stood behind it. I knew next to nothing about Gideon; he owned a nightclub and was mostly silent, but that was about it. He held his emotions in a tight rein. There was a backstory there somewhere, but I would never know the story if he didn't give it to me willingly.

I opened my door with clammy palms, revealing a rather brooding face attached to a hot "I'll make you scream in the best kind of way" body. He was dressed in a black suit; it seemed like it was what both he and Chris preferred. And I didn't mind that, not even a little bit. I had to stop myself from drooling as I stared at him; he filled out the suit as if it was made for him, which...it probably was.

His dark hair looked slightly damp, as if he'd just gotten out of the shower, and if I said I didn't picture how he would've looked naked and wet in the shower, I would most definitely be lying.

Gideon intrigued me, which I had a feeling he wouldn't have liked. So yes,