EMILY
"Honey, I need a favor." That was the first thing my Dad said when he called me after one week.
There were no pleasantries exchanged, not even an 'Emily-are-you-managing-fine-on-your-own?' because if he allowed himself to ask that question, I might answer with an 'I'm-not-okay.' And that's not an answer that my daddy would like to hear so why not just ignore it altogether. A hefty amount of money was transferred into my account every month to cover everything and keep me from complaining. It was working in his favor.
"What's up, dad?"
"The Hamilton's called."
"Okay?"
"They are hosting a fundraiser, our family is part of it. Your brother was supposed to attend it, but he bailed out."
That was very Cale like. Bailing out on important events because he felt like doing it. Cale was all about living life as it came, he never worried about anything, least of all about dad's fundraising events, or charity balls.
"I want you to go instead," Dad said, his voice was calm and polite but it was an order nonetheless.
"But, Dad—"
"It's only for an hour. Take Ruth's kid with you. Ask him to help in the Hamilton's kitchen or something. Do it for me, sweetie...please."
"I don't even have a dress for this event and I—"
"You have two closets filled with clothes. Just wear something."
I wasn't getting out of this unless I took a leap off a cliff or committed some crime and got myself in prison.
Stupid Cale!
"Okay, I'll go."
"Thank you, honey. Guess what? I'll be coming home next month for my doll's birthday."
It was his way of making up for being a crap father all year. He never missed my birthday. As if I was excited for a birthday dinner which consisted of me, dad, and Cale sitting around on a dining table. I ate my birthday cake while Cale and Dad tried to cut each other's throats.
It followed with a night of me opening two boxes of presents alone in my bedroom.
It was different with my best friend Indigo around, but that was a different story. Indie had moved away a long time ago.
"Okay," I said reluctantly, feigning excitement.
"See you soon, sweetie."
* * *
"How do I look?" Seth twirled around in front of the life-size mirror.
I'd loaned him one of Cale's tailored tux and funnily enough, it fit Seth to perfection. Cale and Seth were both almost the same height, Seth might be a few inches taller than my brother but it didn't make much difference. My mouth watered when I noticed how the fabric tucked around his biceps.
He looked hot as fuck. Maybe I will let him keep Cale's tux.
"You haven't answered my question." He was still admiring himself in the mirror.
"Um..."
"Funny what a thousand-dollar suit can do to a man, right? Your tongue seems tied, Emily-Mae." He chuckled, obviously teasing me.
"I'm sure all the girls in the party are going to be all over you." Which was sad, but this boy was going to be on my arm.
"Not sure if I want that." He said.
We stared at each other and a moment passed between us.
"You have to wait here until I finish getting dressed."
The gorgeous asshole sat down in a chair and crossed his legs, smirking at me like some kind of a Prince, "If you need help, I'll be happy to lend you a hand, ma'am." He grinned.
Oh, we are playing that teasing game again, are we?
I laughed, "who knows, maybe I do. I'll let you know, housekeeper boy."
I saw a flash of heat in his forest-green eyes, but it was gone just seconds later.
* * *
SETH
I was studying while I waited for Emily to get dressed. I checked my phone to see if there were any texts from her asking me if I was ready to leave.
And that's when there was a knock on the door.
"Door's open," I called out. Those were rehearsed words whenever Emily knocked.
I made sure the door was locked when I was jacking off. I wasn't taking any risk again.
She strutted into the room in heels and I almost tumbled out of my chair.
She wore a maroon dress that came till her knees, her brown hair styled in wavy locks. The neckline wasn't too deep but it still highlighted her curves.
She looked smoking.
She swirled around to face the wall and brought her hair in the front. "Can you help me zip up?"
I had a clear view of her back, her thick waist, down to the curve of her flared ass. The zipper was just above where her ass was which was a fucking tease. There was a thin hook for her bra which was barely visible. All I had to do was unhook it with my fingers.
There was a small black dot, kind of like a birthmark on her lower back. I had an urge to lean down and lick it. My breathing faltered, and I felt my cheeks flaring up as thoughts that were downright dirty fogged my mind.
Images after images. Filthy ones of Emily naked on her back and on her knees asking me to fuck her. The Emily of my dreams was completely in love with me and let me do anything I wanted with her. It was hard to resist turning her around and claiming those juicy red lips.
I swallowed hard, reaching towards the zipper and pulling it up slowly. This girl was becoming the death of me, and she had no fucking clue.
Only when I completely zipped her up did I give out a sigh of relief.
"You're good," I said, my voice sounded raspy.
She looked at me over her shoulder, "Are you alright, Seth?"
I'm not and it's your goddamn fault!
"I'm fine. Why don't you head back into the house, and I'll be there in a minute?"
"Don't keep me waiting for too long." She smiled and if I was in the right set of mind to make jokes, I would have teased her about how that sounded like an innuendo.
Her eyes caught something and she took a step closer to me. Even with the heels, her head barely came to my chin so I had to look down at her. She smelled amazing, like spring rain, vanilla, and roses. It was addicting, and it did nothing to calm me down.
It made things worse.
I was sporting a hard-on just sniffing her perfume and having her standing this close.
Jesus!
I was pretty sure she could feel my very happy dick wanting to say 'Hi.'
Down, boy! I told him to control himself.
But she wasn't paying attention as she began fixing my bow tie, even though it didn't need any fixing.
"It was a little tilted." She explained in a low voice.
My hands were on my sides which I brought to hold her waist. I was being daring, and I didn't give it shit if I was being too forward. I kept my hand splayed there, waiting for her to give me some sign that she felt the same connection I did.
Her dark eyes met mine, her hands strayed to my lapels, her fingers running over it in teasing slow strokes, touching me through the fabric.
Our faces were so close, I could tilt her head and kiss her, but then I wouldn't be able to stop, and I didn't know if Emily wanted this or if my horny brain was making this all up.
She slowly brought her hands around my neck and went up on her tiptoes.
She wanted me to kiss her.
I tilted my head down, my lips inches away from hers, ready to devour her.
Both of us were taking quick short breaths, unable to understand what was going on between us.
Fuck, yeah! I was going to kiss Emily-Mae.
We were inches apart...
And then the damn phone rang.