All I Want Is You

CHAPTER 4

When she opened the door to her apartment that night, Emily was met with the heartwarming picture of her two favorite girls cuddling on the couch together, fast asleep.

She closed the door silently, turning to take her shoes off, she deposited her winter coat by the hanger. It was past ten PM. The last time she worked this late, the jerk was still living under the same roof as them.

The conference call with Olivia Carlos had gone perfectly; the deal was closed and both sides scored what they wanted. Williams Enterprises will start the software and IT restructuring in a month, and Emily was invited to overlook the implementation and spend some time networking with the Carlos heir.

To say that Emily was fascinated, it was an understatement. She had missed this; the thrill of working closely with clients, reaching impossible outcomes, winning over and closing a difficult deal.

It seemed that Adam was not as pleased with the final details concerning her follow up in the project, though he didn't voice it. They ate their meals across each other in complete silence, the only exchange in the room were the furtive and curious glances between them.

As cliché as it might sound, Emily was sure that she could cut the tension surrounding them with a knife. Her cheeks were warm through dinner, definitely carrying a blush, and she blamed the Cabernet Sauvignon bottle her boss opened once Olivia Carlos ended the call – it was a seven-digit deal after all.

The last time she had red wine, well good red wine that is, was a long time ago. And although all the words exchanged that night were completely professional, she caught herself watching those kissable lips more often than not.

When he looked over her shoulder to see her notes and grunted in approval when she appointed the first and second most important actions, she had the urge to pull him by that sexy, navy blue tie and kiss him senseless.

It was the wine, she reminded herself, shaking her head to get rid of the memory.

Soon after that, when everything was reviewed and the plan of action was in order, he put her in a cab, and they called it a night. Five hours equaled more than a week's pay. Overtime with Adam wasn't so bad after all, right? She sure got a jump start in the recovering of her savings.

Trying not to rose the tiny bundle wrapped like a burrito in one of the couch's end, Emily poked Anna, whispering her name the way she knew would get her attention quicker.

The brunette stirred, pulling the blanket over her head, she asked the time while yawning. "I'm sorry Ann, the meeting ended pretty late. Thank you again for getting my back in such short notice."

Anna was a constant in her life; she was always there.

When Emily went to kindergarten and didn't know any of the kids in her class, she was there sharing her lunch and protecting Emily from mean girls. When Emily twisted her ankle during her ballet presentation, she was there telling her to not give up. When Emily fell in love and didn't know what to do, she was there listening to her incessant nonsense and comforting the ache of unrequited love. When Emily lost her mother at the tender age of seventeen, Anna was there, holding her together like the big sister she never had. When Emily went through the most difficult moments of her life, her best friend was there, supporting her with an enviable tenacity that promised painful retribution to the ones that dared to wrong her sister in everything but blood.

Because of that, Emily felt guilty to impose her friendship by asking so much, but she also knew that Anna would drop everything to help her.

"Of course, Em," she said, stretching her arms lazily, "and I didn't do it for you, you know how much I love my goddaughter."