Billionaire's Single Mom

“You’re making a scene,” she hissed. “At a Davidson Charitable Foundation fundraiser!”

For the first time since kissing Emily, something approaching shame washed over me, but the residual lust that wanted me to pick her up and take her to a bed fought against it. I couldn’t help it, but my mother was right. We were in the wrong. I was about to apologize when Emily spoke.

“Good,” she said.

“Good?” my mother repeated.

“I’m glad we’re making a scene,” Emily said. “I hope Lionel hears about it. That bastard.”

My mother gasped and put a hand over her mouth.

Emily stepped forward and started to fall. Lots of alcohol and high heels weren’t a good combination. I grabbed her waist, preventing her from tumbling to the ground.

“I think I should I take her to a room to lie down,” I said.

My mother nodded quickly. She walked over to me and leaned over to whisper, “Make sure no one sees her like this.” She sighed. “We’ll talk about this later.” She stepped away and crossed her arms.

“Do you know somewhere you can lie down?” I asked Emily.

“This is my parents’ house,” she said. She giggled. “I grew up here.” She pointed to the ceiling. “My room’s on the second floor.”

I’d spotted a back staircase earlier. I knew exactly where to take her.

“Okay, let’s go, Emily.”

She smiled and leaned on me. “You smell nice. You smell like a man.”

“I am, last time I checked.”

I nodded to my mother as I led Emily away. My knowledge of the layout of the place after this single visit surprised me, but I was able to lead her to the back stairwell and up the stairs without running into anyone but a housekeeper who seemed more than happy to give me directions to Emily’s room.

The whole adventure took longer than I would have planned, a good five minutes, but we did eventually arrive in her old room. She was quiet the entire time except for the occasional giggle.

A tasteful quilt covered a small bed, and there was a single wooden desk, but any hope of gaining insight into the young Emily was denied. It might have been her old room, but it looked like it was now a simple guest room with a small closet and a single dresser.

I took her purse and set it on the dresser. I helped her over to the bed and laid her on the bed on her back.

“You’re so nice,” she said, her eyes closed. “You wouldn’t have run off and had an affair.”

I rubbed the back of my neck. The sexy woman lying on the bed gave me ideas, and I needed to get out of there before we both went too far and regretted it the next day.

“I’d like to see you again,” I said. “A date, not some quick meeting lunch but an actual date.”

“Keep kissing like that, and we’ll be able to go on a lot of dates.” She lay an arm over her closed eyes.

Emily rattled off a series of numbers, and it took me a second to realize it was her phone number. I pulled my phone and entered it into my contacts.

“Call me,” she said. “And we’ll figure something out, but I think I’m going to go sleep for now.”

“Okay.”

I waited for a long moment before realizing that she’d fallen asleep fully clothed on top of her covers. I chuckled to myself and grabbed a blanket sitting on the nearby dresser and tossed it over her.

What a weird and wonderful night.

Chapter Seven

EMILY