children.”
Kimberly sits in shock while he continues his story, engrossed in all that was Emerson Stanley.
“My grandparents didn’t have much but we made it work, and they believed in me. I made good grades in school and now my grandmother has a very nice home and workers to tend the farm. They always took such care of me, I wanted to return the favor,” he says, stopping as the waiter comes over to help them with their order.
“Hello, I’m Vincent. I’ll be helping you today. May I start you off with a drink?”
“I’d love a water, please,” Kimberly smiles at the young boy, pimples covering his face and glasses that could rival Harry Potter’s.
“Same for me Vincent, thank you.”
“Of course,” he says, walking away to grab the drinks.
After an hour of sitting and talking in the café and a hefty tip for Vincent, the two exit the café to head to the massage parlor. Kimberly’s head is spinning with the new information she has learned about Emerson. No wonder the man was driven to become one of the best. Growing up with barely anything is hard enough, but to do it and know your parents didn’t care if you lived because they were too busy doing their drugs or other things, would be hard for any child. She was proud of the man Emerson was.
“Zoned out again?”
She looks up at the man who she was thinking about and blushes. “I’m sorry, I was just thinking about how much of an amazing person you are after everything you went through. You’re kind of like a Phoenix, rising from the flames.”
He chuckles beside her while they walk into the building for their massages. “I’m not so sure you could say that, but I like your version of flattery.” He winks as they get taken to separate rooms for their massages.
After an hour of pure bliss, Kimberly is relaxed and ready to curl up and take a nap. She walks out of the room to see a glowing Emerson waiting for her. “That was so relaxing,” she says with him walking over to her.
“It was very relaxing, the staff here is very good at what they do,” he leads her out of the building after saying a few thank you’s to the rest of the staff. They walk to the car as Kimberly takes in everything, she never really noticed just how beautiful this part of town really was. When they get inside, she smiles as she sees a text.
Jonathon: Enjoy your weekend, I’m stealing you away next weekend for sure. She smiles while typing out a reply.
Kimberly: I’m sorry you’re stuck working, I’d rather you be with us.
Jonathon: Trust me, there is nowhere else I’d rather be.
Kimberly: Be safe when you leave tonight. She smiles, sending the last text, then turns to look out the window as they make their way back to her house. Why the guys prefer to stay at her small house, she will never know but she thinks it’s more to do with her being comfortable than them wanting to be in their own rooms.
Emerson helps her out of the car, grabbing her shopping bags from the trunk before making their way into her home. He sets the bags on the ground and walks over to her, turning her to face him. He wraps his fingers into her hair, something that always comforts him. He isn’t really sure what it is about the woman’s damn hair but the thick curls drive him wild. When she looks at him with the desire he’s sure his eyes are mimicking and her bottom lip tucked between her top teeth, his control shatters. He has tried so damn hard today to not touch her, not smell her, and not act as if she is his reason for breathing these days. He groans as his lips claim hers, smiles into them as she lets out a throaty moan of her own. He removes his hand from her hair, feeling empty as he does. He grabs her hips, helping lift her as the gray maxi dress slides up over her creamy thighs while she wraps her legs around his waist.
“You have been driving me crazy all fucking day,” he growls into her neck, nipping the
Kimberly sits in shock while he continues his story, engrossed in all that was Emerson Stanley.
“My grandparents didn’t have much but we made it work, and they believed in me. I made good grades in school and now my grandmother has a very nice home and workers to tend the farm. They always took such care of me, I wanted to return the favor,” he says, stopping as the waiter comes over to help them with their order.
“Hello, I’m Vincent. I’ll be helping you today. May I start you off with a drink?”
“I’d love a water, please,” Kimberly smiles at the young boy, pimples covering his face and glasses that could rival Harry Potter’s.
“Same for me Vincent, thank you.”
“Of course,” he says, walking away to grab the drinks.
After an hour of sitting and talking in the café and a hefty tip for Vincent, the two exit the café to head to the massage parlor. Kimberly’s head is spinning with the new information she has learned about Emerson. No wonder the man was driven to become one of the best. Growing up with barely anything is hard enough, but to do it and know your parents didn’t care if you lived because they were too busy doing their drugs or other things, would be hard for any child. She was proud of the man Emerson was.
“Zoned out again?”
She looks up at the man who she was thinking about and blushes. “I’m sorry, I was just thinking about how much of an amazing person you are after everything you went through. You’re kind of like a Phoenix, rising from the flames.”
He chuckles beside her while they walk into the building for their massages. “I’m not so sure you could say that, but I like your version of flattery.” He winks as they get taken to separate rooms for their massages.
After an hour of pure bliss, Kimberly is relaxed and ready to curl up and take a nap. She walks out of the room to see a glowing Emerson waiting for her. “That was so relaxing,” she says with him walking over to her.
“It was very relaxing, the staff here is very good at what they do,” he leads her out of the building after saying a few thank you’s to the rest of the staff. They walk to the car as Kimberly takes in everything, she never really noticed just how beautiful this part of town really was. When they get inside, she smiles as she sees a text.
Jonathon: Enjoy your weekend, I’m stealing you away next weekend for sure. She smiles while typing out a reply.
Kimberly: I’m sorry you’re stuck working, I’d rather you be with us.
Jonathon: Trust me, there is nowhere else I’d rather be.
Kimberly: Be safe when you leave tonight. She smiles, sending the last text, then turns to look out the window as they make their way back to her house. Why the guys prefer to stay at her small house, she will never know but she thinks it’s more to do with her being comfortable than them wanting to be in their own rooms.
Emerson helps her out of the car, grabbing her shopping bags from the trunk before making their way into her home. He sets the bags on the ground and walks over to her, turning her to face him. He wraps his fingers into her hair, something that always comforts him. He isn’t really sure what it is about the woman’s damn hair but the thick curls drive him wild. When she looks at him with the desire he’s sure his eyes are mimicking and her bottom lip tucked between her top teeth, his control shatters. He has tried so damn hard today to not touch her, not smell her, and not act as if she is his reason for breathing these days. He groans as his lips claim hers, smiles into them as she lets out a throaty moan of her own. He removes his hand from her hair, feeling empty as he does. He grabs her hips, helping lift her as the gray maxi dress slides up over her creamy thighs while she wraps her legs around his waist.
“You have been driving me crazy all fucking day,” he growls into her neck, nipping the
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