“Sir, I actually think she’s headed to your place.” I push back from my chair to stand up. It slams into the bookcase behind it. Not that I keep shit on it, so nothing falls off. I don’t keep anything around here but bare necessities. This place isn’t home. Wherever my forever starts with Emily will be my home.

“Are you sure?” I glance down at myself like a sixteen-year-old boy about to go on a date, wanting to make sure I look okay. I’m in jeans and a simple black shirt.

“Yeah, I’m more than sure.”

“All right.” I end the call quickly to call downstairs and tell them to not only let her in but to scan her through the private elevator.

I want to go down and meet her myself, but that would give away that I knew she was on her way here. I doublecheck my texts to see if she mentioned coming here, but there is only the last text I’d sent her. I want Emily to know that I haven’t been pushing her away, I've only been waiting, but I also don’t want to freak her the hell out because I’ve become some psycho stalker. This is a very fine line I’m walking right now.

Before I know it, I’m pacing in front of my entryway. What if this is it? Has she come to terms with what is happening between us? That it’s now time for us to be together. A knock sounds on my door finally. She barely gets one knock on the door and I’m swinging it open.

Her eyes widen in surprise, probably shocked at how fast I answered the door. Of course, she’s in that goddamn fucking uniform. This will be the last day she ever wears that thing unless it’s in the privacy of our own home.

“Baby girl, is everything okay?” I ask. She’s been avoiding me, and now here she is right in front of me.

“Yes.” The next thing I know, she’s in my arms. Her mouth is on mine. “You better be alone in here,” she says between kisses.

“Refer to this place as a fuck pad again and I’ll spank your ass.”

She licks her lips. “Can’t it be that for a little bit?”

My cock goes painfully hard. “I’m not going to fuck you our first time, Emily.”

“Then do whatever it is that you are going to do,” she challenges me. This girl is going to kill me. At least it will be a good death. My hands grip her ass under her skirt as I carry her back toward the master bedroom. I can’t wait another second to have her. I kiss her the whole way, needing to taste her. It’s been over a week. I had no idea someone could crave a taste this way.