Captain Swan - Wild at Heart

Chapter Three

The rain died down as Emma walked back to the hotel to retrieve her things while Killian went to get his car. She grabbed her suitcase and carry-on bag, letting Graham carry them down the elevator for her. "Everything all right, Emma?" he asked, his words laced with concern.

Emma flashed him a smile and nodded. "Everything's perfect. I just got offered a ride home," she explained shortly. "So I won't be needing the room after all."

"That's good to hear. Although, I'm sad to see you go again," he assured her as they reached the elevator and stepped inside. He pressed the button for the first floor and set the suitcase at his side as the doors slid shut. He kept looking at her, nervously fidgeting with his fingers as the elevator descended, but Emma didn't pay much attention. She just stared off into space, dreading the trip back home as the classical music enveloped her ears. The hotel used to play the most God awful tunes until Emma lodged a complaint about it. Now, it was more to her liking and listening to it didn't make her want to gouge her eyeballs out.

Graham and Emma were both silent when they reached the desired floor and the door opened with a ding.

"Well, don't be shy. I hope you will consider the Crown Plaza anytime you visit Boston." The Irishman finally managed, winking at her after they emerged from the elevator. He spoke formally because he was required to, but at the same time she knew he was sincere.

"Thank you," she said graciously as they made their way to the front desk where he checked her out of the room. He then grabbed her luggage and escorted her out of the hotel himself.

She was used to the attention she received from the opposite sex. They always went out of their way to please her. Sometimes she couldn't understand why, she only accepted it. Females, on the other hand always hated her for whatever reason - whether they were jealous or just didn't care for Emma's personality - she didn't really know. But maybe she was a bit stiff and closed off sometimes - okay, probably most of the time.

"Do you have a ride Emma?" he asked, a bit confused when there wasn't a cab outside waiting for her.

"Yeah, my driver will be here soon," she assured him.

"Oh," he uttered, as though he were appalled by that idea. "Would you like me to wait with you?"

"No, that's okay. I'll be fine." She leaned in to kiss Graham's cheek, trying to disguise the nervous pit in her stomach as she heard the man's breath hitch. When she pulled away, he touched his cheek, a dazed look in eyes as a smile took over his face. Normally Emma would return it with a flirtatious smile - she loved the attention - but right now she could only offer a half-hearted grin.

"Alright, have a safe trip, Emma."

"Thanks, Graham." Emma cringed as he set her bags down and disappeared inside the hotel. She highly doubted the trip would be safe, considering who her driver was, and it certainly would not be enjoyable.

Emma waited by the curb, her arms crossed as she tapped her foot impatiently and checked her watch. When she and Killian had separated, he said he would give her fifteen minutes. It had now been twenty.

Finally, she saw him pull up to the curb and her jaw dropped, seeing the vehicle he was driving. She stepped forward and opened the passenger door, bending down to catch his gaze. "I am not driving in this piece of shit," she stated firmly. "We'll rent a car. I'll pay for it."

Killian put out his hands in protest. "Whoa whoa whoa, don't be dissing my ride. We're driving her whether you want to or not. We play by my rules," he argued through gritted teeth from his seat. "Now get your boney arse in the car before I decide to change my mind and drop your diary in the mail."