EMMA'S POV

His kisses were making me feel so many emotions, which I felt with him only. It was like these emotions belonged only to him and me. His hand moved to my breast, sending shock waves rippling through the soft fabric of my blouse. His mouth moved to my jaw as his one hand kneaded my breast. 

All too soon realization drawn into my head. What am I doing or rather what I'm letting him do to me? He's my boss and also, we're in a room where anyone could walk any minute. 

I pushed lightly at his hard, muscular chest. He moved a little away still holding me through his one hand around my waist. His eyes looked, filled with lust and another emotion, which I couldn't quite point out, questioningly at my amber ones. 

But in a second, he was far away from me. Warmth lost from my body from where his hand was settled a second ago. His eyes filled with so much anger. “Get out.” I looked, incredulous at his sudden change of mood. How can one go from libidinous to filled with fury?, I wonder. 

Soon the glass of my thoughts broke with an angry growl from the man, with whom I spent one night of unforgettable passion. The one who made me feel so many things in so many places, who also was gone like a wind, the first chance he got. “Get the fuck out of here now.”

Tears stung my eyes, but I ran before they could fall down my pale face. I wouldn't let him see me vulnerable, so powerless and weak. Wouldn't let him marvel at the knowledge of me being hurt from his callous words.

I ran straight to the nearest restroom, locked myself inside before I let go. Let all go. All the frustration, anger, pent up sexual tension still buzzing throughout my veins and every other emotion which he generated in me.

****

Five minutes before six, I was done with work for the day. Taking my tote bag, I waited for the elevator. Downstairs I waved at the receptionist, Lilly. Moving out, I hopped inside the warm interior of my best friend, Jane’s car.

Without a word, she roared the old engine of her car to life, before moving to the buzzing traffic of New York city. I didn't mind the silence at all, after all it is what I needed right now. 

After my breakdown in the restroom, I called Jane and asked her to pick me up. Being my best friend, she understood my need and without a word agreed. Now, here we are sitting silently in her car.

I looked at my friend, who knows me more than I do myself. Her raven hair is pulled back in a tight bun. Her emerald green eyes, focused on the road, face devoid of makeup, which seems strange, if you don't know her. Being a makeup artist, one would expect your face to be painted with gracefully applied makeup. But that is not the scene with her. The only makeup she would have ever done could only be a speck of gloss, if you can even call it that. But the funny thing is she really doesn't need it, her sharp features along with light beige skin, she is quite beautiful. 

Almost half an hour later we stopped in front of her building. We went inside the two bedroom apartment, which she shared with Cora Williams, another best friend of ours. 

Jane moved to the small kitchen and started making coffee. After coffee was done, we sat at moss green couch in the living room.

“Now spill. I've given you enough time.” And just like that I told her about everything from that one night stand to the kiss today. 

“Get up.” She said, standing up from the couch. “What? Why….?” She pulled me inside her room and started going through her closet. “It should be here….”

“What are you doing?” I asked, confused with her actions. “I’m finding you a dress. I got from Evangeline.” She declared, still busy searching. 

“That good for nothing actress you're working for.” It was a statement than a question. That woman is all pretend with looks which are only agreeable after applying makeup. One time I met that woman, she made it clear that every other woman is nothing compared to her. I still don't get what men see in her.

“Yeah, that one. You remember I said she gave me a dress for my birthday.” She threw some of her clothes on bed.

“I remember, but why are you searching for it.” I looked at her questioningly.

“That is because you need to get that guy out of your head.” She said, bringing out a short black dress with a sweetheart neckline. “Here, now get changed. I'll go call Cora."

****

After an hour later we were at our usual club. Jane is wearing a beautiful violet dress with long black boots. Cora is also here with her boyfriend James. 

Cora and James have been childhood sweethearts. Although both are worlds apart, they still click some how. 

Jane and James brought our drinks to the secluded corner seats where we were sitting."Here you go." She handed each of us our drinks. "Let's get drunk and forget it all, shall we." Jane winked at me, as she gulped her drink in one go. I did the same. Because I totally agree with her, what use is thinking about something as worthless as that asshole. 

After three or four drinks, I was feeling tipsy or maybe I was drunk, I don't know. But the feeling of nothingness was too good right now. Cora was dancing with James, while I was waiting for Jane, who went to the restroom. This whole atmosphere of neon lights and alcohol in the air mixed with sweat, reminded me of that night. The night spent in the arms of the most sexy man I've ever encountered. 

"What is making you smile like that?" Jane asked, looking skeptically. I was smiling, really? I guess, I was. No matter what that night still held some significance, of course it held, if it didn't then I wouldn't be here right now. Right?

"You're thinking about that, are you not." It was a statement, not a question. This woman knows me the best. "Come on. Let's dance and forget." I took her hand and stepped on the dance floor. 

I don't know, if it was the alcohol or emotions. But I danced with everything thing, exaggerating the movements, making slutty movements.... A hand came onto my ass out of nowhere. What the hell?

I turned my head to a big bruiser of a man. He was smiling that disgusting smile, which creepy men like have on.  I could feel his cold, alcohol reeking breath on my shoulder. I felt a terror rock through out my body. His hands moved from my ass, up to my breasts. I felt sick at his touch. 

Before, I could've done something to stop the man. I found the creepy guy laying on the floor, with blood spurting from his nose.

I looked up to a very angry Radian.