Emma's POV I walked down the street as the wind howled my dress from side to side. Today went on well, I mean working as a waitress wasn't as bad as Ace made it to be. For the first time in forever I could say that I was actually happy with my new job. Sure it didn't pay much but my co- waitresses were so supportive and Jada well she was the kindest boss I had met. I took a corner down the dark alley now approaching our neighborhood. Home at last! I reached for our door not missing the familiar Bugatti Veyron parked across the street. My mood suddenly changed, I thought I had made it clear to him the other day. Opening the door and hunging my old black trench coat on the rack, I heard Ace's voice from across the living room. "Yeah I'm a master of ninjutsu and karate! Believe me this pistol could blow your brains out in an instant, yeah this baby is a lethal weapon and i won't hesitate to use it."

Emma's POV "It was pretty intense Ma. So get this Em continuously stuffed her face with some muffins without remembering his bro who was just 'a few inches from where she was seated'..anyway that's not the interesting part," Ace told his version of the story to mom and John. They had already placed their spoons on the dinner table keenly listening to what Ace yarped about. " Hey? I thought you hated chocolate anyway," I interrupted. "Don't try to pin this on me, you selfish chocolate craver! Where was I? Ooh i remember now! I was minding my own business the usual, taking orders, begging for tips...then this pimp shows up and starts flirting with Em giving her chocolate muffins and all. Few minutes later, the door opens in an instant revealing a fuming Cain Powers aka Em's boss. Then I being dashing as usual, save the day, I warn Em that her boss is in the building," Ace grinned pausing momentarily by

Cain's POV I gotta admit the hotdogs were really something; I was amazed to say the least. But the one thing that made my heart suddenly skip a beat if that's even possible was seeing Millers' face so close to mine waiting for an expression from me in how delicious they were. I observed her face, her plump pink lips that mesmerized me, and her eyes gosh those brown eyes that I was lost in. I wanted her to have eyes just for me, I wanted her to be mine, those lips to long for mine just as mine longed for hers. All these emotions bottling inside me confused me, made everything a blur for me, what was going on? Was I changing because of her? What I felt for Julia years ago cannot compare to what I'm feeling now for the woman standing in front of me. She had managed to turn me on without even lifting a finger. "Well Sir? How is it? Don't tell me it's bad. Are you allergic to the sauce! Oh no, this was a bad idea!"&nb

Emma's POV Today was finally the day he was coming back home. I even told mom to cook a special dinner since I was bringing him home for a family dinner. After tending to the calls some about when Cain would come back, some about the shipment from Los Angeles and others taking care of old men like Mr Cervantes who had nothing good to say about Power Corp. David brought in the morning newspaper on my desk, his face not that gushy as usual. "Now before you see this, I want to know what is going on between you and the boss" I suspected he might have noticed Cain's little stunts, I mean David has a knack of putting two and two together within a matter of seconds. But Cain had been careful he had gone low key so as not to arouse any suspicions that he was courting me. Well some like David are too sharp to hide things from. "Nothing is going on. Now would you quit

Cain's POV "I'm certain she's the one" I told Uncle Ben as I glanced over to Emma who casually laughed with mom and Nicky at the end of the pool. "You know that this a big step you are taking. Son, marriage is not just a walk in the park it goes through ups and downs and only the toughest survive. Get to know each other first, understand your feelings for her better" Uncle Ben always sounded like Yoda, but right now I couldn't wait to have Em a part of my world. Sure we had not established what we had going on, not after her smaller brother found us kissing passionately on the couch. I loved her and I know she did too. Following Uncle Ben's words would be the best idea at the time, I needed to have time to spend with Em. Already I had to fire her as my secretary as professional codes dictate that romantic relationships between employees and employers were unexpected. Uncle Ben on the other hand being