The Emma Series

EMMA

Holy mother, is he real or am I so drunk that I am conjuring up my dream man?

“Thanks,” I mumble.

Why is he not saying anything?

I seriously do not mind. I am drowning in the greenest eyes I have ever seen. Who knew green eyes like this even existed?

He looks me up and down, and I start feeling very uncomfortable and exposed under his stare.

I try to walk past him to sit with the rest of the group, but he stops me short with his warm hands on my arms.

“I don’t think we have been properly introduced,” he drawls in a husky voice.

His enthralling voice stops me dead in my tracks. My heart literally skips a beat, and my legs feel like jelly.

“My name is Emma, Emma Taylor. And you are?” I finally manage to say, with some form of confidence.

“Diablo.”

Is that all he is going to say?

“Diablo who?” I taunt him.

“Let’s leave it at Diablo for now.”

The way he says for now holds so much meaning, as if we are going to see each other again.

I think not.

His next sentence almost floors me.

“I would like to interview you for a position I currently have open. Be here at 10 a.m. sharp tomorrow morning.”

“I’m sorry, but I am not interested in becoming a bar lady or waitress—but thank you for the offer,” I say huffily.

“It’s not for either of those. Just be here and don’t be late. I despise people who are not punctual.”

“Do people always do what you tell them, what, when, and how?” I ask, annoyed by his attitude.

“Yes, so don’t be late. And stop drinking. I need you fully alert for the interview.”

“Excuse me?” I am so angry with his demands that it seems the alcohol has almost left my body.

“You are not my father, although you look old enough to be.”

Although I know he cannot be more than four years older than me, I just say it to trigger a reaction.

“You are not my boss. Whatever in the world gives you the idea that you have the right to talk to me like that?” I snap, crossing my arms in front of me to show him how angry I am.

Big, big mistake. He stares at my breasts heaving up and down from my irate outburst. Does this guy have no shame? I wonder.

He keeps staring, saying nothing.

“Well?” I demand.

He continues staring.

I have had enough of this. I sidestep past him, but as I do so, his hand snakes out and stops me.

“Baby love, I will speak to you however I want, and you will obey, not because you have to but because you want to. You will be mine, mine alone.

“I will have you, one way or another. So, I reiterate—stop drinking, and don’t be late.” Diablo whispers the words in my ear so only I can hear.

It is not the words that bother me, it is the way he says them, with force and meaning, but most of all… seductively. Can I be seduced by mere words?

I have to get out of here now.

I turn to look at him. I struggle to look up into his eyes, those eyes. They are so green, even more so with his black hair, but I force my eyes to look into his and just say, “See you at ten tomorrow.”

I walk past him toward Carly and tell her and the guys I am leaving. She tries to stop me, but I tell her to stay and enjoy the VIP room and the free alcohol with the guys.

She agrees but only if I text her when I get home. I agree and turn to leave. I see Luis at the entrance of the VIP room waiting; he escorts me downstairs and hails a cab for me.

DIABLO

As I take hold of Emma to steady her, I almost drop my hands immediately. It feels as if I am being slightly electrocuted with the smallest touch. Luis is right; she is beyond gorgeous.

Jet black hair flowing down her waist, the bluest eyes I have ever seen, and the look of innocence on her face gives me a jolt through my body I have never felt before. My cock is painfully throbbing against my pants.

I keep quiet, not trusting my own voice.

What the actual fuck? This has never happened to me before.

I must have her, make her mine—and when the time is right, leave her, like I always do.

But not until I have had my fill of her.

She is fucking breathtaking. I use the information Luis provided and as usual demand rather than request her to come for an interview.

After I finish speaking, she crosses her arms in front of her, and I have a fabulous view of her voluptuous breasts. Definitely not fake, I realize. Thank fuck.

She is all real. Holy shit. I am definitely going to have fun with this one.

Luis doesn’t like me to mix business with pleasure, but I am the boss after all, and with Emma, I fully intend to mix the two.

I will make her mine for however long she can satisfy me; then we can just move over to a business relationship.

Yes, I am that cold. Fuck them and still use them in business, if they are really needed. It’s only happened once before. I never get attached like they usually do.

It’s usually fuck them and leave them, but I have a strange feeling that this feisty blue-eyed girl is going to be a pain in my ass and hard to let go of.