The Emma Series

EMMA

Oh my God, is he real or am I just so drunk that I’m imagining my dream guy?

“Thanks,” I mumble.

Why isn’t he saying anything?

Honestly, I don’t mind. I’m lost in the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. I didn’t even know eyes could be this green.

He looks me up and down, and I start to feel really uncomfortable under his gaze.

I try to walk past him to join the rest of the group, but he stops me with his warm hands on my arms.

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” he says in a deep voice.

His voice is so captivating that it stops me in my tracks. My heart skips a beat, and my legs feel like jelly.

“My name is Emma, Emma Taylor. And you are?” I manage to say, trying to sound confident.

“Diablo.”

Is that all he’s going to say?

“Diablo who?” I tease him.

“Let’s just stick with Diablo for now.”

The way he says for now feels like it means something, like we’re going to see each other again.

I doubt it.

His next sentence almost knocks me off my feet.

“I’d like to interview you for a position I have open. Be here at 10 a.m. sharp tomorrow morning.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in being a barmaid or waitress—but thanks for the offer,” I say, a bit annoyed.

“It’s not for either of those. Just be here and don’t be late. I can’t stand people who aren’t punctual.”

“Do people always do what you tell them to do, when and how?” I ask, irritated by his attitude.

“Yes, so don’t be late. And stop drinking. I need you fully alert for the interview.”

“Excuse me?” I’m so angry with his demands that it feels like the alcohol has almost left my system.

“You’re not my dad, although you look old enough to be.”

Even though I know he can’t be more than four years older than me, I just say it to get a reaction.

“You’re not my boss. What on earth makes you think you have the right to talk to me like that?” I snap, crossing my arms in front of me to show him how mad I am.

Big mistake. He stares at my chest, which is moving up and down from my angry outburst. Does this guy have no shame? I wonder.

He keeps staring, not saying anything.

“Well?” I demand.

He keeps staring.

I’ve had enough of this. I try to walk past him, but he reaches out and stops me.

“Sweetheart, I’ll talk to you however I want, and you’ll listen, not because you have to but because you want to. You’ll be mine, only mine.

“I’ll have you, one way or another. So, I’ll say it again—stop drinking, and don’t be late.” Diablo whispers the words in my ear so only I can hear.

It’s not the words that bother me, it’s the way he says them, with force and meaning, but most of all… seductively. Can I be seduced by just words?

I need to get out of here now.

I turn to look at him. I struggle to look up into his eyes, those eyes. They’re so green, even more so with his black hair, but I force myself to look into his eyes and just say, “See you at ten tomorrow.”

I walk past him toward Carly and tell her and the guys I’m leaving. She tries to stop me, but I tell her to stay and enjoy the VIP room and the free drinks with the guys.

She agrees but only if I text her when I get home. I agree and turn to leave. I see Luis at the entrance of the VIP room waiting; he escorts me downstairs and hails a cab for me.

DIABLO

As I grab Emma to steady her, I almost let go immediately. It feels like I’m being slightly shocked with the smallest touch. Luis was right; she’s beyond beautiful.

Jet black hair flowing down her waist, the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen, and the look of innocence on her face sends a jolt through my body I’ve never felt before. My cock is painfully throbbing against my pants.

I stay quiet, not trusting my own voice.

What the hell? This has never happened to me before.

I have to have her, make her mine—and when the time is right, leave her, like I always do.

But not until I’ve had my fill of her.

She’s fucking breathtaking. I use the information Luis gave me and, as usual, demand rather than ask her to come for an interview.

After I finish speaking, she crosses her arms in front of her, and I get a great view of her full breasts. Definitely not fake, I realize. Thank God.

She’s all real. Holy shit. I’m definitely going to have fun with this one.

Luis doesn’t like me to mix business with pleasure, but I’m the boss after all, and with Emma, I fully intend to mix the two.

I’ll make her mine for however long she can satisfy me; then we can just move on to a business relationship.

Yes, I’m that cold. Fuck them and still use them in business, if they’re really needed. It’s only happened once before. I never get attached like they usually do.

It’s usually fuck them and leave them, but I have a strange feeling that this fiery blue-eyed girl is going to be a pain in my ass and hard to let go of.