The Billionaire's Secret Kink Box Set: Knox: Secret Alpha Billionaire Romance Bundle (Rosesson Brothers Book 1) (51 page)

When 3 o'clock finally loomed closer she got ready. She wore her best exercise clothes, which were also hopefully a little sexy. Form fitting lululemon pants and tank, plus new running shoes. She pulled her hair back in a high pony and put on some light makeup. She appraised herself in the mirror and nodded. This was much more her look than that little black dress.

Just before three she ran outside to be ready and waiting for Craig on the sidewalk. A large teal-blue F150 was parked in front of her house and he was sitting in the driver's seat.

Her whole body suddenly flushed warm. She wiped her forehead in case she was sweating. She had forgotten he was an early bird like her.

He got out and ran around to open the passenger side. Emma's eyes slid hungrily over his body. She never had seen him in civvies before and he looked amazing. His natural firefighters chest filled out his clean, blue, logo-less, t-shirt perfectly, his biceps stretching the sleeves mercilessly. Emma wasn't sure, but the t-shirt looked ironed. She grinned at the thought. His cowboy jeans certainly had a crease down the front of them, and his hiking boots were immaculate. This was her kind of man. A solid wall of a man who worked with his hands and made you feel safe just by being there, but who still paid attention to details.

"Hi," she smiled at him when she got to the door.

"Hi," he smiled back and those dimples slid into view. "You look great!" he gushed. "Do you do yoga?"

"Sometimes. I go to a class down the block when I have time, and sometimes I do a little to help me sleep after a bad shift." Emma climbed up into his passenger seat.

He nodded. "I do some too. I hurt my back two years ago and the doctor wanted to do surgery but I found a chiropractor who helped me and she recommended yoga, so I went to some classes and then I didn't even need the surgery." He shut the door and leaned in to the open window.

"That's so great!" she said. "Most guys I know won't even try it. Like it's a woman's sport or something."

"Well, I did feel a little uncomfortable the first few times I went to the class because it was mostly women, but once I figured out how hard it was I didn't feel weird anymore. Women are just smarter than men, that's all."

He smiled that charming smile at her again and she felt like melting. That smile made her want to just skip the date and head back to her house with him in tow. She wanted to club him over the head, pull him into her den and do naughty things to him until one of them had to go to work again.

Craig ran around the front of the truck and Emma pinched her leg, hard, through her yoga pants.
Get a grip on yourself Em.
She was afraid her dirty thoughts would show right up on her face and he would think she was some kind of freak.

Craig got in and fastened his seatbelt. Emma did the same. "Here we go," he growled in his deep, sexy voice and she smiled.

"Where are we going?" Emma couldn't keep the excitement out of her voice.

"Somewhere fun," he answered.

"Oh, somewhere fun, huh? I'll be the judge of that," she challenged, with a teasing lilt to her voice, turning in her seat a little to face him.

"Ok, you're on," he teased back. "I know we only have an afternoon date, but how about if you don't think it's fun I'll buy you dinner. If you do think it's fun, you buy me dinner." He glanced toward her with that dimple-lined smile in full effect.

"Wait, so all I have to do to get free dinner is not have fun this afternoon? I'm not sure how to feel about that." Emma chuckled. "But you're on! You seem pretty sure of yourself."

"Oh you'll see. You are gonna love it, and then I'm going to get myself some free lobster tonight," Now he was practically gloating.

"Hmph, what's to stop me from saying I didn't like it even if I did and getting free ... something even more expensive!" They both laughed at her inability to come up with something more expensive than lobster.

"Oh I'm not worried, you're an open book Emma Hill. It's pretty easy to tell what you are thinking by looking at your face. What's that expression? You wear your heart on your sleeve."

That wasn't the first time Emma had heard that her expressive face was like a screen, broadcasting out every thought in her head for the world to see. But she had a few tricks up her sleeve. If she was aware of it she could stonewall with the best of them. Her big issue was most of the time she wasn't aware of it.

"That's what you think Mr. Craig Big-Shot Masterson," Emma's teasing smile and light tone betrayed her words. "I can leave the men guessing if I want to."

Craig glanced at her again with warmth and admiration in his gaze. "I believe it Emma, how is it someone like you isn't taken already?" As if realizing what he said Craig's mouth immediately dropped open and he stammered "Uh, I mean, well, I didn't mean, uh."

Emma laughed. "That's OK Craig. No offense taken. I guess I'm not the only one who doesn't have a filter sometimes."

Craig looked relieved and gave her a sweet smile that only made one dimple appear.

"Actually, I was married once, but it was such a horrible experience that I haven't really dated much since."

"Really, how long ago was that?" Craig asked.

She scrunched up her nose and said "Can you believe almost seven years now?"

"You haven't dated in seven years?" His head whipped around towards her and his mouth fell open.

She laughed at him. "Well, I've dated here and there but my ex-husband always chased the guys away so I finally quit trying.

"What, is he a fighter or something? How did he chase guys away?"

Emma was actually glad they were having this conversation. This is something she'd never done before. She should mention this to Reece too. Maybe she should try to head off Norman-problems before they got started.

"No, he's not a fighter, he's a cop." After a short pause she added, "and not a very nice one."

Craig took his eyes off the road long enough to look at her again, his eyes dark and hooded. She had never seen him look like this and she didn't like it. He looked mean.

"Who is he?"

"Norman Foster. Do you know him?"

Craig's hands jerked on the wheel and the big truck swerved a little bit in the lane. He quickly corrected and stared hard at the road. Emma could tell his jaw was clenched hard. A muscle near his temple jumped. She imagined she could hear his teeth squeaking as he ground them together.

A ripple of worry shot through her. "Do you know him?" she asked again, quietly.

"I know of him. You're right, he's not a very nice guy. How in the world did you end up married to him?"

Emma wasn't sure how their light, airy teasing had ended up like this. Did all men have this dangerous side to them?

"We were young. I was very naive. Heck, I still am naive, I know it. I like to believe the best in everyone. It makes life easier sometimes, you know?" She looked at him but he was still looking at the road with his jaw on lock-down.

"He was a completely different person when we dated. He was the sweetest man I had ever known, and then when we got married, within 24 hours - while we were on our honeymoon - he changed. I saw his true personality. The next four months were pure hell, and four months later we were divorced."

Craig looked thoughtful at this information. "So he's a sociopath," he said speculatively, almost like a statement of fact, like he wasn't talking to Emma at all.

Emma just wanted this conversation to be over. She hated the thick atmosphere in the truck now. She wanted to have fun, not talk about Norman. "Well, I don't know if he's a sociopath or not, but it's possible," she said with an air of finality, "but I don't want to talk about him anyway."

Craig's expression cleared, just like that. "Right! No ex-husband talk allowed," he called in his teasing voice. "Besides, we are here."

Emma looked around. With the tension of the last five minutes she hadn't noticed where they were - the airport service road. "Oh my goodness, are we going to the Bahamas?" she cried with mock excitement.

He looked at her with something like fear in his eyes and she collapsed in a fit of giggles.

"Ha ha, you got me. No silly, we are going here." He pulled into a cul-de-sac in front of a warehouse that backed up against the far side of the tarmac.

"Sky Adventures," Emma read off the sign out front. "Sky Adventures, what is this? I'm not going skydiving, Craig."

He threw back his head and laughed. "You'd be surprised Emma. Just trust me OK?"

Emma's breath quickened. She really didn't want to jump out of a plane, and she didn't want to go in this warehouse and be ganged up on by a bunch of people trying to convince her to do it.

Craig ran around to her side and opened the truck door while she was ruminating. Now she felt double stupid. She could open her own doors. He took her hand and smiled at her and pulled her gently. "Seriously Emma, trust me."

She took a deep breath and slid down out of the seat. "Ok."

Craig opened the warehouse door for her, and beckoned her inside first. As she walked in, her nervousness instantly turned 180-degrees into hard excitement. In the center of the room, a clear tube ran from floor to ceiling and a man flew around inside. "We're going to indoor skydive?" she turned on him and grabbed him by the shirt, peering into his face, almost shaking him.

Craig chuckled. "Yep, sound like fun?"

"I have always wanted to do this, I just never did. I didn't even know we had it in Westwood Harbor!" Emma was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet like a happy four-year-old.

"Yeah, it's a quiet operation. They mostly do training and drills. I'm friends with the owner so I come out and play sometimes. He cleared us two hours this afternoon. It starts in about ten minutes."

Two hours of flying. Emma was over the moon excited. How much fun this was going to be!

Craig introduced her to Hans, the operator, and Steve, their instructor. Steve got them suited up. Emma's loose suit fit easily over her tight yoga outfit. Once they had helmets and eye protection on, Steve gave them a briefing. Craig already knew what he was doing, but Emma learned the most important things were to stay relaxed and arch her back. She could do that.

When their briefing was done they had to wait two more minutes for the guy inside the tube to be done. Emma watched him closely, trying to pick up pointers. The big tube, or vertical wind tunnel, was easily big enough for three of them to lay down end to end across all ways. The floor was a metal mesh or net that the air blew through. The entire outside was clear plexiglass so people could watch. The guy inside was about five feet off the ground, making it look effortless. He was doing somersaults and flipping his body every which way. She didn't care if she could do that, but she sure was excited to fly.

Steve signaled to the guy and he dropped to the floor, giving a thumbs up. Emma was ready. Craig told her go ahead, enjoy herself.

Steve stepped in first, and held his arms out, signaling Emma to jump in the way he had showed her. Her body tightened with anticipation and she willed it to relax. She took two deep yoga breaths, and fell-jumped in the door into Steve's arms.

Wind whipped by her, lifting her body and twisting her face. She felt like she were thrust into a hurricane. The sound in the tunnel was huge, making conversation impossible. She immediately tipped forward and thought she was going to end up on the floor, but Steve caught her and positioned her. He pushed down on the small of her back. She arched and relaxed as much as she could. She stabilized a bit. He let go of her with one hand and gave her a thumbs up with the other.

Steve moved her around the floor a bit while she got used to the flying sensation. She could imagine this was exactly what it was like to fall to Earth from an airplane, just with no view. Emma's heart sang with joy. What an incredible experience! Her whole being concentrated on relaxing and arching and flying, and her thoughts were still and quiet. Nothing existed but her and the wind.

Steve positioned her arms and hands a bit farther apart and she felt the difference that made with her balance. He poked her leg and she knew that was the signal to relax. She was trying to hold herself in position, but she needed to relax and the position would happen naturally.

Steve showed her a way to tip her hand and suddenly she was veering right. She tipped her hand back and stabilized again. Amazing! She tipped the other hand and veered left and Steve came with her, pulled off his feet a bit, as he wasn't expecting it. She saw him laugh and put his legs out. They both floated up four feet higher, with him holding on to her suit.

Emma's senses were flooded with wind and liberation. She wanted to fly forever. She had never felt like this before and was amazed at the giddiness.

Steve pulled them back to the ground somehow and stood again. He motioned for her to dip her head and she did a headstand, feet flying upwards. That was amazing! She laughed and gave him a thumbs up when she recovered. He showed her more tricks and eventually she was able to fly straight up to the ceiling and back down again with precision control.

Steve gave her the sign for finished and pulled her towards the door. He pushed her feet down and she stood up and walked out to the waiting area. It felt strange to be on solid ground, like she didn't belong. Her smile felt like it was going to split her face in half. She ran up to Craig, waiting at the outside door and threw her arms around him in an exuberant hug.