I heard Emmie laughing and then someone else joinedin. The beat from today's song finally seemed to clear from my ears at the sound of that laugh. It was all husky and teased my ears with its sexiness. Without even realizing it, I started down the hall toward Emmie’s office. I had to see what went with that laugh.
Nik was standing in the doorway when I reached the office. Emmie was saying something, apologizing I think. It would have been something I would have gotten my phone out to record if I wasn’t so intent on finding the bearer of that sexy laugh. But Nik stood in my way, blocking my view of whoever was setting in front of the desk.
“I guess Rich is still blaming me for you guys canceling the winter tour,” Emmie was saying. “So… I’m sorry for being a bitch this morning when you had to go into the studio. It wasn’t your fault.”
“I don’t know what to say.” Nik shook his head. “I’m speechless.”
“That Rich would do something like that?”
“No. That you would actually admit that it wasn’t my fault…” He suddenly ducked and I was taken by surprise when a half empty bottle of water smacked me in the chest.
I grunted. “Good arm, Em.” I bent to pick up the bottle then pushed Nik out of my way so that I could enter the room.
I wasn’t expecting the woman sitting in the chair. In fact, I was so surprised I nearly stumbled at the sight of her. Her laugh had deceived me. That sexy laugh had absolutely nothing on the goddess sitting there with her long cinnamon hair flowing around her shoulders and those big chocolate eyes that melted me when they met mine. Even sitting down, I knew she wasn’t tall, maybe five and a half feet. Her white button down top was just a little snug across her breasts and I instantly wanted to taste them.
My reaction to her stunned me. I had never gotten hard like this. Even after a show, I was more jacked up on the adrenaline of playing for a hyped up crowd than the actual need to get between a woman’s legs. Right now, I was hard as a rock after only a few seconds in her presence.
“Jesse, this is our housekeeper, Layla Daniels.” Emmie introduced us. “Layla, this is Jesse Thornton.”
She stood and offered me her hand. I towered over her but that didn’t seem to intimidate her. I even got a grin… God, that grin! “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jesse.”
My hand swallowed hers when I took it. Her skin was soft and warm and I felt an electrical current zap through my blood straight to my dick at the first touch. “The pleasure is all mine, Layla,” I assured her. God damn, she was so beautiful.
Would Emmie kick my ass if I seduced this little goddess?
My gut told me yes, but my dick said that it didn’t care.
Those chocolate eyes darkened to black, and I saw her nostrils flare ever so slightly. I have seen that same reaction millions of times from an endless supply of women. Layla was just as affected as I was. That thrilled me.
The next moment she pulled her hand away and turned back to Emmie. “It’s getting late. The girls are probably wondering what happened to me.”
“Okay. I’ll see you first thing in the morning then.” Emmie stood. “Thanks for all of your help today, Layla. I could have gotten it done without you, but I’m so glad that I didn’t have to.”
Layla grinned. “It was fun. See you tomorrow.”
I actually turned to follow her out, but Emmie grabbed my arm and held me back as Layla made her exit. When she was safely out of sight I frowned down at the pregnant woman holding on to me. “What?”
Her eyes were both amused and serious. It was an odd combination. “Please, don’t fuck the housekeeper. I like her, and if you do something that makes her quit I will break your favorite drum sticks.” I glared down at her. She knew how to fight dirty. “I mean it, Jesse. No playing around with her. She’s not like the girls you are used to.”
Fuck, I knew that. One look at her and I knew that she wasn’t going to be like the women from my past. I wanted more than just one night with that little goddess.
“Jesse…” She punched me in the arm. “Please?”
I blew out a frustrated sigh. “I can’t promise,” I told her honestly. I would never lie to Emmie. Never. “I…want her.”
Layla
The rest of the day seemed to go by quickly after my initial shock wore off. I helped Emmie instruct the movers, while she divided her time between the men and answering her cell phone. I realized early that she was a little ball of energy, and was left wondering where she got all it from, especially as pregnant as she was.
Once the furniture was the way Emmie wanted it the movers left, and I was given a shopping list half a mile long. “I’m sorry to put this on you today, but the fridge is bare and we are all sick of eating out of boxes.” She sighed. “Do you know how hard it is to get good Chinese with bacon on it?”