Chapter 2
But after seeing Emily in that movie, my head was still spinning.
I couldn't help but feel like I was in her way.
"Who's this?" I asked.
I put on a professional front. The young guy on the couch got nervous and tried to bail the moment he saw my expression.
"He's my junior from college. I told you about him," Emily muttered.
Emily came over, reaching to rub my shoulders, but I shrugged her off, keeping my eyes locked on the handsome guy.
The junior was fidgeting in his seat, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"Hey, what are you doing? Don't scare him," Emily whined.
Emily, sharp as ever, could tell I was in a mood. But she didn't call me out. Instead, he leaned against me, whispering sweet nothings to calm me down.
The guy, feeling even more awkward, tried to excuse himself again.
She coaxed, "Oh, come on. You said you'd stay for dinner. Ryan's tired. You two can have a drink later tonight."
Emily kept up the small talk, but her hands never stopped working on me.
I wanted to lose my temper, but I didn't even know where to start.
So, I turned my attention back to the visitor.
I grilled him from his parents down to his current internship.
"By the way, are you seeing anyone?" I asked.
He shook his head without a second thought. "My ex and I broke up right after graduation. I just started working, so I don't really have time for dating for now."
Emily jumped in right away, asking if I had any young girls at my office she could set him up with.
After a few exchanges, the guy was already getting comfortable with Emily, acting like they were old friends.
That grated on me even more, so I started giving him a hard time.
"How exactly did you two meet?" I pressed on.
Emily's hand paused for a second. I caught it and turned to look at her.
But she didn't show a single sign of anything off.
"Emily was our school's reigning campus beauty for ten years straight. Ryan, the forum homepage still uses her study photo," the guy uttered.
He even pulled up the webpage and wanted me to check it out with him.
The photo was super clear. Emily, in a white shirt with her hair flowing loose, was completely absorbed in her reading. She really was a knockout.
But all I felt was this raw urge.
I started wondering if she was the same as in that movie without clothes on.
Emily could tell I was totally checked out, so she sent the visitor off.
At the door, they exchanged something I couldn't hear, and she laughed, shaking all over.
"If I'd come home any later, would I be walking in on you two in the bedroom?" I asked.
I knew my face looked grim right then. But Emily treated me like a sulky kid, completely unfazed.
"Oh, who upset my darling? Come on, tell me. I'll go beat them up for you," Emily remarked.
I grabbed her plump ass, ignoring her struggles, ready to have my way with her right there in the living room.
"Wait. Aren't you hungry? I've got something simmering in the kitchen," she went on.
I was torn between the food and her.
The pot in the kitchen rattled, steam hammering the lid, while things were getting heated in the living room. The floor was cold. Emily shivered.
I couldn't help but picture those scenes from the video, and my desire shot right up.
Emily was wearing a black camisole with a bra or panties.
"This is how you entertain the visitor?" I asked.
Emily giggled. "I didn't know he was coming. This was for you."