“Hey, honey,” Jack said.
She put the plates on the table and faced him. “Hi, Mr. Jensen.”
“Call me Jack. Mr. Jensen makes me feel like my father. I’m not my father, and I’m not ready to be a grandfather.”
Emily chuckled.
“Jack it is.”
They worked in silence to set the table. Her rapidly beating heart slowed down as she enjoyed the silence between them.
“My son is in love with you,” Jack said, making her drop the plate she’d been holding.
Gasping, she cursed and started to clear away the mess.
“Leave it alone.” Jack tried to stop her, and she jumped, slicing the sharp side of one of the plates into her palm.
“You’ve hurt yourself,” Jack said, taking the plate from her hands.
“I’m making a mess of everything.” Her nerves were totally fried, and she didn’t know what the hell was going on. Delia was speaking up for Guy and now his father. Was he in love with her?
She didn’t want to get her hopes up in case it turned out to all be a mistake.
“What happened?” Guy asked, entering the room.
“Emily dropped a plate.”
Cupping her hand close she listened to them talk.
“She’s hurt her hand. Take her and clean it up, Guy,” Jack said. The older man was smiling and didn’t look angry with her.
Guy took over and led her upstairs. “You’re taking me to your room?” she asked.
“I’ve got a first aid kit in my old room. I always came home with some cut or other.” He opened the door, and she entered his domain. The walls were a dark blue, and the bed was the same color. Nothing looked out of place.
“Have your parents even changed anything in here?” she asked.
“No, I stay here sometimes when I help them out.” He didn’t stop in the bedroom, and she was taken into an en-suite bathroom.
“You were trusted with your own bathroom.”
He started laughing. “Dad decided to let me have my own after he walked in one time too many to me masturbating. I did it a lot growing up.” Guy suddenly stopped, and she saw his cheeks were bright red. “I can’t believe I just told you that.”
“Baring your soul to me, I wonder what will come next,” she said, teasing him.
“Yeah, tell me one of your secrets, Emily.”
“I’ve not got any secrets. You know all mine.”
“I doubt it.” He sat her down on the toilet, and she waited for him to fix her hand. There was no need for her to talk as he worked. He cleaned the wound and made sure no shards of porcelain were inside the wound. “What made you drop the plate? I know you, Em. You’re not clumsy.”
“Your father said something that made me … clumsy.” She cringed when she realized what she’d said.
“What did he say?”
“It was nothing. I think to be honest I didn’t hear it right.”
Guy stared into her eyes. His hands had stopped working, pausing in action. “You’re lying.”#p#分页标题#e#
Wishing the ground would open up and gobble her whole, Emily smiled. “It was really nothing. It was something stupid, and I misheard.”
His eyebrow was raised. “You don’t believe that.”
Licking her lips, she stared down at him, and her heart started to pound once again.
“He said you were in love with me.” She spoke quietly, hoping he wouldn’t hear her.
He froze. She saw it and sensed the change within him.
“You clearly misheard him, Em. We’re not into that, okay, so stop worrying.” His actions were as blunt as his words.
She batted the tears away not wanting him to see the pain he’d caused with his words. “Of course. How silly of me.”
The rest of the dinner was as stilted as their conversation. She couldn’t eat anything as the taste of the food was bitter. Guy didn’t laugh with her or get involved in conversation. He looked ready to jump down the throats of anyone who came near him.
When they left, Guy dropped her off at her apartment, and she didn’t see him for the rest of the day. Emily didn’t know what had happened, and she hoped it didn’t change their relationship.
Chapter Eleven
A week of dropping her back at her apartment and Guy was ready to hit the roof. He’d not touched her other than to hold her hand. His cock wouldn’t disappear no matter how many times he willed it to go down. Emily had been in his thoughts all day, and the nights were worse as his dreams were consumed by her as well.
Since the disaster at his parents Guy had felt this anger building within him. He’d confided in his father, and Emily couldn’t even believe his father.