Sebastian kneaded her muscle. "And you have a right to be."
"You're being awfully amenable." She cracked open an eye.
"Of course I am." He nodded. "You're right, after all."
"You're making it so hard for me to yell at you." She groaned. "First you bring me pizza and chocolate ice cream. Now you're agreeing with everything I say and…oh…God, that's the spot!"
The man's eyes sparkled as he continued his work. "So you like it when I touch you here, do you?"
Her eyes snapped open. "Please don't tell me that you expect this full-body massage to turn sexual…"
Sebastian shrugged.
"Oh my God, you do." She seized a pillow and hit him over the head with it.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, ignoring the fact that he'd just been smacked by a fluffy object.
She groaned in ecstasy as his fingers delved into her muscles again. "Well, no."
"I didn't think so." He chuckled.
As he continued to massage her, she melted into the couch. Still, even as he pleasured her, she couldn't help but wonder how he'd managed to make enemies with El Creepo, aka Jake.
"Sebastian, tell me more about why you're involved with that stalker guy," she said.
Sebastian snapped to attention, and his eyes darkened. "I told you everything."
"No, you didn't." She gritted her teeth. "You were super-vague."
"I said everything that needed to be said." Sebastian once again returned to massaging her leg.
What was he, a member of the CIA? Maybe he was just naturally secretive, but somehow, she doubted it.
"You're lying to me, aren't you?" Emmy pulled her leg out of his grip.
Sighing, Sebastian looked up.
"Well?" she asked.
To her surprise, Sebastian's face paled a little. He settled down on the couch beside her. The man took her hands in his and stared straight into her face. As she gazed into his two glowing gray eyes, she thought, If this is another method to distract me, I'm removing his eyeball with a spork. Still it was a lot harder to have violent thoughts when he leaned closer, blinding her with his impossible handsomeness.
"Do you really want to know the truth?" Sebastian asked.
She nodded, eager to hear more. "Yes."
"Well, I…" Sebastian was normally all about prolonged eye contact, but at that moment, he glanced away.
"Sebastian, what is it?" she said.
"I don't know how to tell you this," he said. "I'm a…a…"
She leaned forward until their noses were almost touching, unable to keep herself from quaking. "Yes?"
"Sweetheart, I'm a—"
The door banged open, and Mary Lou strutted into the room wearing a dress that was just a few inches short of her girly bits.
"You will not believe what I found at the store today," Mary Lou said. "There were leopard print panties for ninety-nine cents…oops."
Mary Lou balked when she saw Sebastian sitting on the couch.
"I didn't realize you had company." The older woman gave a nervous laugh and hid her bag behind her.
At that moment, Emmy wanted to take one of those leopard print panties Mary Lou was so excited about and strangle the woman with them. Unfortunately, she didn't want to go to prison, and besides, it would be embarrassing to be known as the leopard-panty killer.
"Mary Lou, how many times have I told you that your key is for emergencies only?" she asked.
"Well, I thought ninety-nine-cent panties qualified as an emergency." Mary Lou took a step back, likely sensing Emmy's murderous intentions. The woman could be wise…sometimes.
"The only way ninety-nine-cent panties would be considered an emergency is if somebody lit them on fire and was trying to roast me over them," she said.
"Sheesh." Mary Lou rolled her eyes. "With how you're acting, you'd think that I'd walked in on you taking a dump."
Emmy's face flushed, but she ignored the comment and said, "As you can see, I was in the middle of something."
She waved at Sebastian.
"Sorry about that." Mary Lou took another step toward the door but paused. "Say, is this Mr. Hero, by chance?"
"Mr. Hero?" Sebastian looked amused.
"No," Emmy lied, trying to shoo the woman away before she latched onto Sebastian like a leech.
"I think you aren't telling the truth." Mary Lou's grin turned wicked.
She scowled at Mary Lou, daring her to continue this charade. Unfortunately, the woman had never been great at reading signals or even obeying direct commands for that matter.
"Do you happen to be the man who saved Emmy from being hit by a BMW?" Mary Lou asked Sebastian, even as Emmy hissed like an angry cat.