[PREVIEW] Emilia's Revenge (Vengeance and Seduction Series #2)

Two

I relaxed in bed while Daniel took a quick shower before heading back to work. After he was gone, I'd take a long luxurious bath in his marble tub and leave before he got back from work. That was our routine. I was hardly what one would call a creature of habit, but my middle-aged lover was.

I never stayed over. I wasn't that kind of girlfriend. I never thought of myself as his girlfriend, really. I was more his mistress — you didn't date mistresses, you fucked them. 

"My kid's coming over today, so be sure to leave before five," he said. He was dressed in a fresh suit, and was putting on a tie.

I was still lying in bed, naked. "Why? Will he be terribly scandalized if he found out about me?" I stretched and yawned. "Does he think you're some kind of celibate monk?"

"Just do as you're told, all right babe? Don't be late for dinner."

"Picardo's at eight, I know," I said. "I love Italian."

"I know you do. Wear that black dress with the lace. And for godssake put on some heels, I don't want to look like I'm taking my niece out for overpriced spaghetti."

"I don't think anyone would ever mistake me for your niece, Daniel," I said, giggling. 

"Yeah well, my sister could've married a Chinese guy, you know. Help me with my jacket, babe."

I did as I was told. This was the part I didn't look forward to, having to do girlfriend things like help him get dressed or talk about his sister.  Sometimes I wished Daniel was married so some other woman would have to deal with shit like this.

"I think I'd like a black one," I said, settling back comfortably on the bed.

"Black?"

"The SUV. I'd like a black one, please."

My apartment was pretty nice, but nowhere near as nice as Daniel's house. It was huge — ten bedrooms, a four-door garage, and a driveway that was as big as the park across the street from my place, with a goddamn fountain right in the middle. The master's bath was half the size of my apartment, but it was the marble tub that I loved. 

After an hour-long bubble bath, I got dressed. Or tried to. I couldn't find my bra on the bed or under it. It may have fallen somewhere in the hallway — sometimes Daniel and I get busy even before we reach the bedroom. About a month ago, I spent fifteen minutes searching the front yard before I found a pair of panties I'd lost. Daniel had unknowingly tossed it out the window while he was ripping my clothes off so we could fuck inside his car which was parked on his driveway.

I wrapped a towel around me before going out into the hallway to search for my missing underwear. It was a tiny towel, but it was the first thing I could grab, and anyway, no one else was home. There was a couple of maids and a housekeeper, but at this time, they'd be in their rooms watching the afternoon soaps.

My bra was nowhere in the hallway, so I went down the stairs, peering over the banister to see if I'd dropped it from there. Nothing. So I began searching the living room below, checking under tables and chairs.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

I froze when I heard the voice behind me. I was bent over, looking under a table. And the towel was very small. Really small.

Slowly, and with as much dignity as I could muster, I stood up straight and turned to face the person who spoke. I was clutching the towel against my chest, because I couldn't trust it to stay tucked in place because — did I mention how small it was?

The man looked just a little older than me. Around twenty, I think, dressed in a plain white shirt and jeans. He a good-looking guy, around six feet tall, lean but well built, with light brown hair that, although was neat, looked like it needed a trim. 

Jacob Scott looked nothing like his father.

And he was holding up my white lace bra by a strap.

"That's mine, yes. Sorry."

He walked over and handed it to me, dangling it from two fingers, trying to touch as little of the piece of lingerie as possible. I grabbed it with my free hand and held it behind me to keep it out of sight.

"We weren't expecting you before five," I said, trying to ignore the awkwardness of the situation brought about by my lack of clothing and the fact that he just handed me my bra.

"My last class was cancelled," he said. "I suppose my father asked you to leave before I got here."

"It wasn't a request," I said. "He doesn't really ask."

"You do everything he says?"

I smiled. "Every single thing," I said. My eyes flickered over his body, taking in his wide chest, lean waist and toned arms.

"Just him?" He didn't seem bothered by the fact that his dad's girlfriend was checking him out. "Or is that true for all the men in your life?"

I walked past him to go back to the bedroom, but I paused beside him long enough to reply. 

"Not all of them."

Dinner was fun. I hated Italian, but the wine at Picardo's was always good. Daniel was attentive and funny, and he reached over and held my hand during dessert.

Afterwards, he took me home to my loft downtown, and we fucked on the balcony. The sex was quick but tender this time.  The food and wine had put him in a sentimental mood, and he had a plane to catch at three a.m.

I took a shower after he left, and changed into a tank top and leggings. I didn't eat much at dinner, and I was craving a burrito from the Mexican taco place behind my building. But before that, I had to wait for Daniel's assistant who was coming by with my new car at 10pm.

Camden was a cheerful thirty-year-old guy who always seemed happy to see me. He dressed really nice, too, and I'd normally suspect he was gay if not for the way he stared at my chest.

"Would you like to come down and see it, Ms. Emilia?" he said as he handed me the key case. 

"That's ok Camden," I said. "I'm heading down to pick up my mail a little later. I'll drop by the basement and have a look." The loft came with a parking spot which was only ever occupied by Daniel's car when he visited. It now belonged to my shiny new SUV.

After he left, I went to my bedroom to change into sneakers. The SUV could wait till tomorrow. Right now, I needed a burrito. 

I opened my front door to find Jacob Scott standing outside.

"Are you stalking me, Jacob?" I asked.

"Maybe," he said, looking neither embarrassed nor guilty. "Can I come in? I brought Chinese." He held up a reusable bag, and the smell of chow mein wafted up my nose. 

My stomach rumbled. 

I sighed. "Come in then."