It was too late to pretend that she was not at home. Evans was already inside. Kicking the boss out when he was looking at you with such a disarming smile (and three bags of groceries behind) would be the height of insolence.
"You didn't warn me that you would come." Emily folded her arms over her chest, and the man followed her movement with his gaze.
She looked so cute with those pouty lips, short shorts, a T-shirt and a towel on her head.
"How come? And what about dinner? We agreed to have dinner with your grandmother, but we did not agree that I would come to dinner with her. Admit it, Miss Hayes, it will be much more spectacular if I meet our lady on the doorstep."
Emily sighed and waved her hand. She had less and less desire to somehow resist the initiative of this man.
Her entire nervous system at the moment kept a mask of calm on her face, when everything inside was shaking like a nine-point earthquake. The destruction was catastrophic, but not fatal... yet.
