Kiro's Emily(14)

“It’s . . . it’s amazing,” I finally choked out, trying to get us back on comfortable ground.

Kiro’s shoulders eased some, and he nodded, then stepped back from me. “Good. I’m glad you like it. I’ll send someone up, uh, in a little bit to show you around. I have some shit to do that I’ve been putting off.” He gave me a forced smile and left the room.

Well, crap. I’d just made him run off. This might have been the biggest mistake of my life. Being close to him like this all the time wasn’t going to be easy. If he freaked out and ran every time I did something stupid, like shiver, then we were never going to make it. I would have to go back home. But I didn’t want to. Not now.

I was just going to have to work harder not to think about Kiro’s lips or his sexy voice. I was his employee now. I had a job to do, and it didn’t involve lusting over my boss.





Kiro

From the moment Emily told me she was dating that dickhead, I knew I was bringing her here. She wasn’t mine, but dammit, the idea of some other man touching her drove me insane. So I made it happen. I had won. She was here. But fuck me, what the hell was I going to do with her now?

Six months ago, all I could think about was fucking her. Not much had changed, except now I liked her. I cared about her. I would kill anyone who hurt her. But I still wanted to fuck her. Seeing her shiver when I got close to her was pushing me. I wasn’t a good guy.

“You got the princess in her tower?” Dean asked.

I shot a glare over to him as he stood at the bar pouring himself a Scotch. “Don’t call her that,” I growled.

Dean smirked as he took a drink of the amber liquid. “That’s right. You haven’t fucked her. She’s not a princess.” My scowl deepened, and Dean chuckled. “I’m just teasing you. It’s fucking fun to be able to tease your possessive ass.”

“Her name is Emily. She will be treated as part of the family. I want her respected,” I reminded him.

He nodded and held up his hands, as if surrendering. “I got it. No problem. I just want to know exactly what she’ll be doing. Rush’s momma is bringing him to me. Said she needs to get some shopping done. Viv used to help me with him. Is Emily gonna do the same?”

Rush was Dean’s two-year-old son. He was a cute kid, but he was still a baby. Viv had helped with all that baby shit. I hadn’t thought about Emily having to do that. I wasn’t sure I wanted her to. Rush’s mother, Georgianna, was fucking insane. I wasn’t sure I wanted Emily going anywhere near her kid. Especially considering I’d fucked the bitch a couple of months ago when she’d shown up at one of our after-parties. Too much vodka that night. Then we had fucked a few more times. She kept coming around, and she was really good with her mouth. But she’d gone crazy bitch, and I’d ended that shit.

“Much as I like your kid, I don’t like his momma. Emily ain’t getting anywhere near Georgianna.”

Dean took a long swig of his Scotch. When he set the empty glass down, he sighed. “I figured as much. Might as well warn you, Georgianna is also coming to see you. Can’t believe you fucked her. What the hell were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t thinking. I was trashed and she sucks like a damn vacuum.”

“I figured as much. But now you got her wanting to see you. Bitch ain’t easy to shake. Her fiancé ran off with her cousin. He called me pissed that I’d knocked her up, and I told him it wasn’t me. Y’all had been fucking. Not me. Now she’s saying he married her cousin. Can’t say I blame him. Georgie’s cousin was gorgeous and fucking sweet. But now she’s on the rebound, and you walked right into that shit.”

We were gonna have to hire a nanny. I wasn’t letting Emily near her now. No fucking way. “I don’t want that crazy bitch in the house.”

Dean frowned. “She’s Rush’s mom. I gotta let her come inside.”

“Then Emily and I’ll be gone. When do they get here?”

Dean shook his head. “You taking out the help? Seriously? Why are you even pretending this is about Emily working for us? You wanted her here so you could have her. That’s all this is. Admit that shit, and hire a real house manager.”

If only it were that fucking easy. “When are they coming?” I repeated, ignoring him.

“She said she’d call when the plane landed.”

“Hire a nanny. I’m going to see if Emily is up for dinner tonight.” I turned and headed back toward the stairs.

“Why can’t Emily find me a nanny? That’s her job,” Dean called out after me.