“Really? What’s her name?”
“Emily. Emily Madison.”
“Nope, I don’t know her. The only Emily I know is Emily Wilde.”
Laurel rose on her toes and looped her arms around her husband’s neck.
“How much time do we have?”
“Just under two hours.” His eyes darkened. “Why? Did you have something you wanted to do first?”
She put her lips to his ear. Khan listened, gave a sexy growl and swung her into his arms.
“Impertinent female,” he said, and kissed her.
“Damned right,” she said, laughing as he carried her into their bedroom.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Had the elevator to the penthouse always been so slow?
Emily tapped her foot impatiently as the mirrored car made its climb. She’d been so caught up in Marco’s kissing her in front of all those people, then in all that talk about her family that she was already in the elevator before she realized the importance of what was happening tonight.
Marco had invited an old friend and his wife to join them for drinks and dinner.
Such a simple thing.
Except, it wasn’t.
She’d met lots of his business acquaintances, but this was Marco’s friend. His old friend. He was bringing his wife and they were coming here, to the home Marco and she shared.
The world, her life, everything was changing. She’d met a man, gone to work for him, fallen in love with him and now they were a couple.
So much had happened in only—what?—six weeks.
And nobody knew about any of it. She’d spoken with her sisters a few times, with her brothers, even with her father. They all led busy lives; keeping in touch by telephone had long ago become important. She’d spoken with Nola, too.
But not once had she mentioned Marco.
They all knew she had a new job at a company called MS Enterprises, but that was it. She hadn’t said anything more.
Now, she wanted them to know all about him. The man she adored. She just had to tell him a few things about herself first, but she wasn’t going to think about that now.
There was too much to do, getting ready for the first visit they’d had as a couple.
Well…not really. In fact, there was hardly anything to do.
Everything was shiny and spotless. Emily reached for a throw pillow on one of the white linen sofas, fluffed it and put it back. She straightened a lampshade. A cleaning service came in three times a week to dust and polish and clean. Marco’s housekeeper came in those same three days to do the laundry, fill the fridge and freezer, cook meals and freeze them.
Travis called it living the bachelor life.
Damn. She wasn’t going to think about Travis or her brothers tonight.
She plucked another pillow from the sofa and punched it into shape. She had to get all that stuff about her family out of her head. Think about tonight. What snacks to serve with drinks.
Better still, what to wear.
Dinner wasn’t a problem.