Atlanta was a cursed city, Emmeline was sure of it. While she'd had an admittedly decent time since she arrived, the cons severely outweighed the pros. It all started about an hour after she'd woken up, and had noted that Atlanta was experiencing a surprisingly warm day for being only mid-March.
So she had put on her bikini, applied the bare minimum of SPF, and headed up to the rooftop pool feeling pretty damn excited about starting her day getting some much needed vitamin D. And bless, when she'd gotten up there, not a soul was in sight.
She'd just settled into her lounge chair, the sun already bathing her in warmth when her phone vibrated from its spot on her sandals. Emmeline had contemplated leaving the notification unanswered, but Haley had gone to the studio for a few hours by herself that morning and maybe she had sent her something.
Mild irritation settled in her gut when she saw the message she received.
Unknown Number: Just so I know what the game plan is for when I see you tonight... Are you pretending to avoid me still?
Emmeline experienced so many emotions in such a short time frame that she honestly believed that she blacked out for a moment. Shock, horror, and anger- sheer, red-hot anger took over her small frame as her phone slipped and skittered across the concrete beside her.
She knew exactly who it was. How he got her number was to be determined, but rest assured that whoever was responsible for this would be guaranteed to have the most miserable twenty four hours of their life.
Then she remembered the speakeasy, and the boyish way he had vied for her attention and she felt herself instinctively softening. She had been thrown way off guard being in such close proximity to him throughout the duration of dinner when she'd last seen him. Perhaps it was his nonchalance, as if he hadn't given her a mind-blowing orgasm the night previous that had really set her off.
She should have seen this coming. He had pushed the envelope that entire night, touching her knee when he spoke to her, or goading her into arguing with him just to prove he could get under her skin somehow. She fondly recalled his satisfied smirk when had pushed her to the brink; she had snapped at him, her tone sharp enough that Tom had looked positively alarmed across the way from them.
She didn't like Sebastian Stan. He was trouble. But seriously- how the hell did he get her number?
Emmeline: I'm sorry, do I know who this is?
Sebastian: I'll give you a hint. You were getting handsy with me the other night.
Emmeline: Jesus Christ, no I wasn't. If you pull your head out of your ass, you would remember I was telling you to keep your hands to yourself.
Sebastian: So, the Ice Queen does remember me.
Emmeline: Please do us both a favor and lose my number.
Sebastian: So feisty. I love it. So, will I be seeing you tonight?
Emmeline: I'm sorry.
Emmeline: The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected or is no longer in service.
Emmeline: If you feel that you have received this message in error, please contact your provider.
Sebastian: I love how easy it is for me to get you this riled up.
Emmeline: You have no effect on me.
