"Russell, my phone!"
"It's okay, Emily, the driver works for the company and will return it. I'll call now so don't worry." Parker dialed Russell.
"Gary, this is Russell Davis. My guest Miss Emily Carson left her phone in the back. Can you make sure it's returned?"
"Okay, I'll get rid of it. I'll be very happy when you stop digging our graves." Russell had never experienced so much stress.
"Thank you, Gary. Have a nice day."
"I sure will, just as soon as you quit turning my life into a three ring circus. Oh and by the way, I think Emily Carson was the one who unleashed the bloodhounds in the media." Russell hung up the phone and walked to the window. He didn't even wait for his brother's response. This lie of Parker's was going to infect him directly. He could feel it with every fiber of his being. Rhonda will have my head on a platter.
Parker was getting pissed. Having to deal with the nonstop calls from the press that Rhonda refused to deal with, ugly looks from Russell, not to mention the reporters who gathered every morning in front of his building, was sending him over the edge. The camera flashes were blinding him. He knew he could get through this as long as he kept Emily far away from the outside world.
He was a charmer when it came to the public, press, and business world. Even though he was in his element, Parker was relieved to go home and sit and talk with Emily. He desperately needed to just relax. But relaxing wasn't easy, especially after Russell informed him about Emily's close ties to the press. When Parker walked into his penthouse, it surprised him how much he looked forward to seeing Emily Carson, especially when she was trying to publicly cut his throat. He was also aware the clock was ticking. He'd have to get her back to Colorado for her appointments and wasn't looking forward to Emily being in the same area as William Lovette. Quick thinking was his specialty; dealing with women was not.
Emily roamed around the penthouse, getting more livid as the days wore on. Russell had no television, computer...nothing. There was no way she could tolerate another nap. Being alone was getting old, and she didn't even have a phone to access. Even though Emily loved to read and was grateful for the large supply of books Russell had delivered, she wanted to leave. She was more than relieved when she heard a key in the door. She wasn't happy about being refused her own key.
"Emily, you look pretty anxious. Is something wrong?" Parker approached her with a genuine smile.
"I want to leave, Russell. Either you get me out of New York, out of this dungeon I'm trapped in, or I'll go by myself." Emily gave him a genuine glare.
"I think you're in need of some tender love and care. I've been preoccupied and I apologize." Parker leaned over and kissed her cheek, trying to calm her tension.
"Why don't you take me out? Can we go for dinner or something? I'm trapped in here! I'm totally being kept against my will, Russell. I would at least like my own key so I don't have to be stuck inside here..."
"Emily, it's for your own safety. Until the press leaves, they will stalk you. Security is very tight right now, and I'm having them keep a special eye on you."
"I'll risk it. I'm going out for a while, Russell. If I can't get back in, I'll just get a motel room." Emily stood up and headed for her purse.
The reporters were still camping the front doors looking for comments. Parker knew that she'd be more than happy to stand there and add to the crusade to give his company a vile image. He was certainly not going to allow her near the media. "Emily, can we talk?" Parker led her to the sofa by her hand. What the hell am I supposed to talk about?
"I guess a conversation is better than nothing..."
Think Parker, think! "I really miss spending entire days with you. But I promised myself that I'd keep some distance to avoid--" Dumbass!
"Avoid? Avoid what?"
"I've said before how attractive you are. That kiss at the restaurant was sweet, but it didn't make things better for me."
"You could have fooled me, Russell. You're the one who started that damn kiss to begin with!"
"No, Emily, this is what it caused..." Parker, without touching her with his hands, leaned over and softly took her mouth. The best way to shut a woman up is by planting one on her. She could quickly pull away if she wanted. He nibbled on her pouty lower lip and left everything else up to her. When he felt Emily's arm around his waist, he slowly moved closer, leaning her back against the sofa until his body was against hers. Soon the reason behind the kiss changed. He felt the fire rush through him. Feeling her lips part to invite his tongue caused a moan to slip from his throat.
Emily pulled away from his mouth a few inches. "Russell--" Her potential protest was lost in the moment. Parker pulled off his shirt as he got up and walked towards the bedroom. She heard his pants unzip and drop to the floor. The humming of the jacuzzi made her follow him, and when she saw his gorgeous, naked body, she stopped moving. Her hungry eyes feasted on his muscular presence as he stepped into the large tub.
"Do you want to join me?" asked Parker seductively.
"I can't get my cast wet," Emily replied, as her eyes continued to feast.
"Your cast won't get wet. Come here." Parker stepped back out of the jacuzzi and helped her slip the pink sundress over her head. He openly stared at her, and she let him. Parker placed a couple of towels on the edge so Emily could rest her cast. He helped her sit and watched her eyes close as the gentle jets massaged her body.
"Oooh, Russell, this feels unbelievably good."
Parker stared at the tops of her breasts that periodically lifted towards the top of the water. He moved to face her. "Emily, if I do or say anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, let me know." With just the slightest hesitation, Parker moved his mouth back to hers. Her back bowed and her breasts lifted higher out of the water. He couldn't resist them. He wanted her so badly but knew he'd have to take his time. The last thing he wanted was to feel another burning slap on his cheek.
Emily smiled when she felt Parker's hands on her waist, guiding her to his lap. She watched his eyes roam all over her exposed breasts and his hands move to her hardened nipples. The look on his face was something deeper than just lust when he stared at her. Emily brought her mouth back to his while he slid her closer to his body. She couldn't help but feel his thighs tighten and his throbbing erection.
"Russell, my cast..."
"Hun, keep it on my shoulder," whispered Parker as he brought her even closer. When she sat back down, he felt her slide down on him. Her breath caught in her throat and he was sure she'd get up, but after a minute, he felt her move slowly and tighten around him.
"Is this what you want, Emily?" whispered Parker as he held her hips.
Emily could only nod her head. Parker slid one hand to her butt while he used his thumb to slowly massage her hardening peak. He wanted to pull her all the way down on his throbbing shaft but resisted. Emily moved her hips faster against his thumb, squeezing him tighter as her movement quickened. Parker felt himself succumbing to his own desires and needs, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer.
Emily bowed her back when the long, powerful shuddering overtook her. Parker pulled her all the way down upon him. He knew at that moment it was impossible to stop himself. He filled her with his passion while his loud moans mixed with hers. Parker was flooded by such deep emotions he didn't expect.
"Emily..."
"Russell..."
The moment ended for Parker, though he pretended it didn't. He took her mouth again and pulled her closer, staying inside of her.
She doesn't even know who she just had sex with. Guilt began to flood his senses. I should just tell her the truth. When this blows over, I will.
"I'm so glad you're not like your brother." Emily smiled and kissed him again.
Chapter 11
Rhonda Davis wasn't a pushover. At five foot six, with long black hair and green eyes, she was capable of bringing Russell to his knees anytime she wanted. But this morning's looks weren't of the sensual type whatsoever.
Rhonda loved her husband more than anything. He was a great provider, wonderful father, and doting husband. He'd tried countless times over the years to convince her to stop working and enjoy her nice life, but she wasn't going to hear any more about it. She loved five-year-old Gracie and three-year-old Elizabeth with all her heart and enjoyed every moment she got to spend with them. But she was raised in a family full of hard workers, and even though her position at Davis Enterprises was demanding, she knew no one else could do the job better.
"Rhonda, don't look at me like that." Russell knew he was in for it.
"So help me, Russell, if your brother pulls you into this thing with Emily Carson, you're going to have hell to pay."
"I'm only a little bit involved...business wise only."
"If she thinks she's sleeping with you, I'll explode."
"I asked Parker and he told me there was no way he'd sleep with her."
"I'll just be glad when the both of you stop making me want to leave the country. Hurry and finish up your breakfast."
"Are the girls ready?"
"They've been ready, Russell. You've been a million miles away over the past few days. Focus on us." Rhonda gave him The Glare.