▪️ Emily ▪️ “Excellent. Let me know what we can do to make this happen.” “I will. I better go prepare for this afternoon’s meeting with Never Too Sweet.” “Okay. I’m leaving the office for lunch. I should be back after two.” Emily stood and slipped her phone into her suit-jacket pocket.“Got a hot date?” Simone's constant prying irritated her, but Emily reined in her temper. “Anything further?” She cocked a brow, and Simone jumped out of his seat. “N-no. I’m going.” Emily followed him out and stopped by the reception desk to speak to Kass. “I’m stepping out for a little while. If you need me, call me on my cell.” “Emily, we’re a marketing agency, not the FBI. What kind of emergency could happen? Go enjoy your lunch.” “Thanks.” She gave her a brief smile, her mind already on Ace. Once outside, she stopped at a diner and picked up matzo-ball soup for Ace and a turkey sandwich for herself. Ruth had her aide c
▪️ Emily ▪️ Back at the office, Emily noticed Simone had his door closed, and he could hear a rather heated conversation being held. A relatively new planner, Teresa called Emily for a meeting, excited that her client, a yogurt company, had increased their ad spend, and she wanted to make sure she was handling it correctly. That took up the rest of the afternoon, and Emily was impressed with Teresa's incredibly detailed presentation and notes. “This is excellent. And I know this is your standard—I recall the work you did six months ago on the natural cold remedy company. They also increased their spend, if I’m not mistaken.” “Yes, they did.” Energy seemed to burst from her every pore. “Emily, I can’t tell you how happy I am to be working here. At my other agency, they never told us if we were doing a good job, but when something was wrong, boy, they really let you know it. Loudly.” Part of what she loved about owning her own business was mentoring new
▪️Ace ▪️ A week later, in the bathroom at work, Ace examined a new spot on his neck. Damn. Not that he minded any mark Emily left, the woman had proved to be an insatiable lover. Ace rolled his neck, stretching the kinks from his sore body. There wasn’t one patch of skin Emily had left untouched and unloved, and Ace reveled in it. “New girl friend?” Simone came up behind him with a smile. Quickly covering the mark, Ace washed his hands. “Yeah. I guess you could say so.” “I thought something was up.” “Up?” Nervous now, Ace stalled for time by washing his hands again and fluffing his hair. “Come on.” Eyes twinkling, Simone elbowed his side. “From the looks of that love bite, whoever it is, she’s really into you.” He and Simone had been getting along so well, and even more so since they’d secured the Mojo account, that Ace —although he’d never reveal Emily’s as his lover—felt comfortable discussing his personal life. To an extent. “Well, yeah. We’ve only been together for a
▪️Ace▪️ Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed his laptop and ran out of Simone's office, not stopping until he entered his own and shut the door behind him. His heart pounded, and he couldn’t catch his breath. Goddamn it. More than anything, Ace wanted to throw the computer at something, but instead he sat behind his desk, shaking. “What the hell is he planning?” He should’ve known the turnaround in Pryce’s behavior was a farce. What could he do? Frantic, he drummed his fingers and thought. When his gaze fell upon the sticky note with Amber's number, he immediately called her. As Emily’s former assistant, she’d know what to do. “Ace?” “Yeah, hi. How’re you doing?” “Feeling like a slug and wishing I could get out of this bed, but coming along. How’re you doing? Tell me everything.” “Busy. I’m working on some campaigns and loving it.” “And you and Emily are getting on well?” Oh, you could say that.
▪️ Emily ▪️ As she spoke, she pulled Ace into her office and shut the door. White-faced and visibly shaking, Ace hugged himself. “Liam. H-he’s been hurt. They were riding the Vespa, and somehow, according to what Olivia told me, a truck cut them off and he crashed.” For a moment her heart stopped. At least she thought it must have, because she couldn’t hear it beating or feel anything. She’d gone totally numb. “Olivia,” she whispered. “Is she hurt?” “She said she’s fine. I spoke to her, so she must be. But Liam…” Ace’s voice broke, and Emily’s heart jerked hard. She pulled Ace into her arms and buried her lips in his hair. “Tell me. He’s not—” “No,” Ace choked out, trembling violently. “But he’s hurt. Bad. We didn’t talk for long, and I can’t get through to my parents. When she couldn’t reach us, she called them, and they’re on their way to the airport. I’m so fucking scared, Emily.” “It’s going to be all r
▪️ Emily ▪️ Ace settled into his side with a sigh. “Right now, that’s forever. It’s crazy, but the only person I can imagine being with me through this horrible ordeal is you.” Emily’s heart turned over. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m exactly where I want to be.” Ace slid an arm across her, pressing his face into Emily’s neck. “I’ve been running this back and forth in my head, figuring I’d wait…afraid to say what’s on my mind for a while now.” A chuckle shook Emily. “Since when are you afraid of anything?”Ace sat up, handsome face wary, and Emily hated seeing the strain of the past few hours replace the laughter in his eyes. “Since I never told anyone I love them before.” Hope, almost as fiery as the passion between them, sparked something painful in her chest. “You love me?” Ace grinned. “Crazy, huh? Even I can’t believe it.” Serious once again, he cast his gaze downward, as if afraid. “But it’s not a joke. Not to me. Everything’s chang
▪️Ace▪️ “Your sex monster returns—” Too late he saw Emily sitting and motioning for him to be quiet, then burying her head in her hands. “Is that Ace? Ace is there with you?” His mother’s voice sounded from the phone lying on the bed. Oh, fuck. Speakerphone. He set the bowls and beer bottles on the dresser. “Hi, Mom.” “What are you doing at Emily’s at three in the morning?” Thinking fast, he opened the beer and took a quick gulp. “I couldn’t sleep and figured Emily would be up too, and I was right.” “I see. I guess that’s why there was no answer when I called your phone?” “Yeah. I was in the kitchen, making us a middle-of-the-night snack. How was the flight? Have you seen Doug?” “Yes. My poor son.” He heard her grief-stricken voice, and his hand shook. Emily took the bottle from him and set it on the night table. “What do the doctors say?” “They’re hoping to do X-rays today to see if there’s a skull fracture. He had a quiet night, and he’s stable. Other than that…
▪️ Emily ▪️ Emily caught Simone on his return from walking Hollister out. “My office. Now.” With a confident step, Simone sauntered inside but jumped when Emily slammed the door. “Sit.” She waited while Simone chose a seat at the conference table, but Emily remained standing by the closed door, arms folded. “Care to tell me what that was all about?” As livid as she was with Simone for bringing Selle to the office to expose and embarrass Ace, she was angry with Ace for hiding it from her. Angry and hurt. “What?” Simone tugged at his suit-jacket sleeve. “Don’t play fucking innocent with me. I’m not in the mood. You set Ace up.” “Why would I?” “That’s what I want to figure out. Why was Sele here today?” “We were having lunch together, or we were supposed to until you kicked him out. He wanted to say hello to you. How would he know Ace would come to your office?” Emily itched to punch the wide-eyed look of i