The nervousness that had affiliated Emma Harper since she left her parents house seemed to grow with every step. She had set out with just a single butterfly fluttering about her stomach, but now she was almost at her destination her stomach rolled and crunched with what seemed like thousands butterfly.
Her nervousness got all the worse by her lack of familiarity with the feeling. She was the only daughter of the richest family in the village was worth more than anyone she went to school with and was one of the most attractive people she knew; because of that she had never encountered a situation where she couldn't do or have what she wanted the result of which was that she had been given little cause to experience nerves during her young life.
A loud tut made Emma forget momentarily about the butterflies in her stomach. She looked around without slowing and saw constance Hawkins in her front garden. The elderly woman was shaking her head disapprovingly and when she saw where constance's gaze was fixed on the point where her mini skirt stopped Emma grinned. It amused her to think that she was probably showing more leg publicly than constance had ever shown in private and the thought buoyed her and made some of her nervousness disappear if her outfit was disapproved by constance Hawkins than she had choosen the right one.
"Afternoon Mrs Hawkins, " Emma called out cheerfully before the overgrown hedge that surrounded the house next door cut off her view of the old woman.
Liam walker's finger danced over the keys of the laptop before him. He was far from a speed typist he couldn't even touch type nonetheless he was rapidly filling the screen with words. His attention was diverted from what he was doing by a sudden flash of colour which he saw out the corner of his eyes; lifting his head to look out the window he saw nothing . He had just decided that it must have been a bird when the doorbell rang.
He cursed the interupter and tempted to ignore it ; he was on a bit of a roll with his writing and didn't lost his momentum. The courtesy his parents had drilled into him during his youth wouldn't permit him to do so , however.
With an unhappy sigh Liam pushed his chair back from the desk and got to his feet.
The greeting that rose to his lips died there when he caught sight of the person on his doorstep. The first thing he saw was a pair of tanned legs followed by a black micro mini skirt that was only a little bigger than a belt then a red top, cut low to show off the cleavage and so skin tight he couldn't help thinking that it must be at least one size too small. From the skirt and top his eyes took in the rest of the figure which he liked very much he couldn't remember the last time he saw someone in such a revealing outfit at least not in person before moving up to the face.
He quickly cut off his thoughts when he saw how young his visitor was . She had the body of a woman but it was clear from her face that she was teen no older than sixteen. He was at loss he couldn't think why such a provocatively dressed teen should be on his doorstep at any time let alone at a quarter past 12 on a weekend afternoon.
He swallowed ungluing his tongue from the roof of his mouth and forced his gaze back to his visitor face.
"Hello", he finally managed to say.
"You are Liam walker's? " Emma said excitedly the last of her nervousness gone now that she was there and she had seen how he looked at her the same way almost every other male regardless of their age did.
"Yeah I am ", Liam agreed. He was still getting used to people reacting to him in that manner though he didn't think he would ever truly become comfortable with the fame .
"And you are?"
" Emma , Emma Harper I am a hug fan of your books ," she declared breathlessly. Her nervousness might be gone chased away by her usual confidence but she was not yet in complete control of herself she had met a number of famous people through her family who was rich and successful in multiple fields but none were as handsome as Liam walker and his looks left her more excited than she could remember being. she was as attracted to him as she suspected he was to her.
" Hello Emma ", Liam shook her hand briefly. " I would not have thought my books were the sort of things a girl like you would read," He said. He was not all that interested in such things but his agent had provided him with a breakdown of his reading audience which told him that it was mostly twenty to forty-five years old that read his books.
" oh I absolutely love them," Emma enthusted. "I have read everything you have written and loved it all . I got the first one from my dad and just had to get the rest. your true crime books are great but I prefer your recent one's the sex affair and the murder . Would you sign them ;I have brought them all with me".
Liam watched in amusement as Emma took the rucksack from her shoulder and knelt to open it . He saw that she was not lying she had brought copies of all of his books.
"oh I absolutely love them", Emma enthusted .
"I have read everything you have written and loved it all . I got the first one from my dad and just had to get the rest. your true crime books are great but I prefer your recent one's the sex affair and the murder . Would you sign them ;I have brought them all with me". Liam watched in amusement as Emma took the rucksack from her shoulder and knelt to open it . He saw that she was not lying she had brought copies of all of his books in hardback no less. "will you sign them ?" Emma asked looking up at him from her kneeling position her most winsome expression on her face . The question drew liams attention away from the books in the bag though before it reached her face it came to rest on her cleavage. Her cleavage was generously displayed by her revealing top and he felt distinctly aroused and he couldn't seem to drag his eyes away . " Mr walker?" Liam flushed and wrenched his gaze away from the view . "sure I would be happy to sign them," He said once he recovered.