First Kiss (Emma's Arabian Nights, #1) Read Online Free

me.”
    He looked up at her again and she bit her lower lip. “I would never do that.”
    She couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t make her sound like an idiot, so she nodded and closed the window, ending their conversation.
    With a low sigh she pushed Moira’s chair back and looked at her friend seated across from her. Moira grinned and kicked her feet up on the edge of the desk. “My, my, my. Never thought I’d see the Ice Princess get all hot and bothered from a conversation.”
    Glaring at Moira, Emma tossed her hair back from her face. “You’re delusional.”
    “And I bet your panties are soaked right now. Not that I can blame you. That man wants you, bad.”
    “Well he isn’t going to get me. This is strictly business.”
    “Mmmm hmmm.”
    “I don’t do relationships.”
    “Yep.”
    Gritting her teeth, Emma resisted the urge to smack the smug smile off of Moira’s face. “I’m a professional.”
    “The best there is. I can’t wait to watch you ride his cock.”
    “Sorry to disappoint you, my voyeuristic friend, but there will be no cock riding.”
    “Whatever you say, my exhibitionist friend. Just let me know when you do because I’d love to see you take on that beast. Just imagine being worshiped by all that power. The energy between the two of you will be incredible, I can just feel it. Damn, now I want to go find one of my boys and take a ride of my own.”
    “Pervert.”
    “Takes one to know one.”
    Defeated, Emma slumped back into the chair and laughed. “I’m serious, Moira. What he wants from me…it’s too intimate.”
    “Honey, you need to live a little. I’m tired of you dating one bland vanilla boy after another. So your ex-boyfriend turned out to be a total douche bag. That doesn’t mean you have to fake your orgasms for the rest of your life.”
    “I’m not avoiding men because of that asshole.” Anger clenched her gut at the thought of her ex-boyfriend’s betrayal, but she shoved those memories away. “Okay, so maybe it has a bit to do with that asshole, but not entirely. I know it’s hard for you to understand because you only have open relationships, but the thought of having to come to work when I’m in love with someone makes me sick. I’m so monogamous it hurts and I couldn’t live with myself. No matter what, I would think of it as cheating.”
    “Darling, you are overthinking this. As picky as you are about men now - we won’t talk about the idiots you dated in college - this guy would have to be one in a million to make you break your vow of celibacy. ”
    What Moira said made sense and Emma scrambled to regain her footing. “I can’t date a client.”
    “Why not? I’ve dated several. Hell, you’re the only woman here who hasn’t dated a client. If you like this guy then let him give you the gift of his submission. God knows you deserve a good man in your life.”
    “That’s just it. If he is a good man he won’t want anything to do with me, and if he does I’ll just break his heart.”
    “Then what are you so worried about? Book him as a client. I know you have some space in your schedule since Gary moved to Colorado, and with Ryan as a client you could earn enough to get the fuck on with your life. This holding pattern you’ve been in isn’t good for you.”
    “Thank you, Dr. Moira, for your professional assessment of my life.”
    “Don’t be such a bitch. I know you and I know you want to see this man. Cut yourself a break, stop being such a control freak and just go with the flow for once.”
    “Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?” Cracking her neck to try and relieve her tension, she let out a long breath. “We’re probably blowing this all out of proportion. I mean he could be the worst client ever with, like, a farting fetish or something.”
    “Dramatic much?” Moira asked with a grin. “He could also be the one you’ve been waiting for.”
    “I sure hope not.”
    “You’re such a freak.”
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