Afterwards, Emma could hardly remember what they ate or how they got back to Jason’s apartment. They were barely in the door before Jason swept her into his arms. “I’ve been waiting for this all night” he said hotly. His hands went unerringly to the flimsy tassels that held her dress up. He paused for the tiniest instant, as if asking her permission, then with one sure movement, he stripped her bare.
They barely made it to the bed before they fell upon each other. It was as if they were both starving for one another. Jason ripped off his clothes in record time, and they were both literally burning up as they came fully skin to skin. “Touch me” he demanded hotly. Emma ran her hands lovingly over his sinewy chest, her every nerve stimulated by an onslaught of sensation.
His mouth was everywhere on her leaving trails of fire wherever he touched leaving her throbbing with need. They were both ready to explode. Jason leaned over her, reaching out to the nightstand. Emma jerked to her senses. She couldn’t let him use protection, that would ruin the whole plan. “No no” she said urgently, “I am allergic to those.”
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Pg 10
The only problem was, she couldn’t get those feet to move, her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure her whole floor could hear it. Desperately she whipped out her trusty cell phone. “Help!” she moaned to Maggie.
“Listen girl, if you don’t get moving, I will personally come and drag you to him, kicking and screaming if I must!” her pal replied. Her voice was strident enough to get her moving hurriedly.
Jason was waiting for her, looking crisp and handsome and incredibly nice. As he got an eyeful of her, she could literally see his jaw drop. “You look fabulous,” he breathed. Gripping her hands, he brought them to his lips, and kissed them gallantly, sending little frissons of awareness all through her body. He kept hold of her fingers, caressing her knuckles with his thumbs. “Are you ready?” he asked huskily.
Mesmerized, she nodded slowly. She was ready for anything he had to suggest. Instinctively she stepped closer to him, raising her face for a kiss. She was oblivious to the fact that they were standing in the middle of a busy sidewalk, and so apparently was he. He swooped down and masterfully claimed her trembling lips tumbling them both into a vortex of desire. Only a piercing catcall snapped them out of their trance. Sheepishly they pulled apart and straightened their clothing. Jason tenderly smoothed her disheveled hair. “Lets go get dinner,” he said huskily, pulling her quickly to a nearby restaurant.
His manners were exquisite and he was gallant to a fault. Jason did just about everything right throughout the evening. Their conversation flowed naturally and their opinions and likes and dislikes seemed to complement each other perfectly.
Emma struggled to hold on to her party girl, no strings persona. She was getting desperately afraid that she would not be able to remain detached. But she had invested too much effort into Jason, and besides she really was getting to like him, she didn’t think she could find better genetic material for her baby. Naturally the temptation of steamy sex was the least of her considerations, she firmly reminded herself.
Many times during the evening she caught him staring at her with a puzzled look in his eyes, as if he was not quite sure who Emma was, the sexy empty headed bimbo or someone else entirely. After that she made sure to flutter her lashes as often as she could, and kept the conversation as shallow and superficial as possible.
“Listen girl, if you don’t get moving, I will personally come and drag you to him, kicking and screaming if I must!” her pal replied. Her voice was strident enough to get her moving hurriedly.
Jason was waiting for her, looking crisp and handsome and incredibly nice. As he got an eyeful of her, she could literally see his jaw drop. “You look fabulous,” he breathed. Gripping her hands, he brought them to his lips, and kissed them gallantly, sending little frissons of awareness all through her body. He kept hold of her fingers, caressing her knuckles with his thumbs. “Are you ready?” he asked huskily.
Mesmerized, she nodded slowly. She was ready for anything he had to suggest. Instinctively she stepped closer to him, raising her face for a kiss. She was oblivious to the fact that they were standing in the middle of a busy sidewalk, and so apparently was he. He swooped down and masterfully claimed her trembling lips tumbling them both into a vortex of desire. Only a piercing catcall snapped them out of their trance. Sheepishly they pulled apart and straightened their clothing. Jason tenderly smoothed her disheveled hair. “Lets go get dinner,” he said huskily, pulling her quickly to a nearby restaurant.
His manners were exquisite and he was gallant to a fault. Jason did just about everything right throughout the evening. Their conversation flowed naturally and their opinions and likes and dislikes seemed to complement each other perfectly.
Emma struggled to hold on to her party girl, no strings persona. She was getting desperately afraid that she would not be able to remain detached. But she had invested too much effort into Jason, and besides she really was getting to like him, she didn’t think she could find better genetic material for her baby. Naturally the temptation of steamy sex was the least of her considerations, she firmly reminded herself.
Many times during the evening she caught him staring at her with a puzzled look in his eyes, as if he was not quite sure who Emma was, the sexy empty headed bimbo or someone else entirely. After that she made sure to flutter her lashes as often as she could, and kept the conversation as shallow and superficial as possible.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Pg 9
Everything was in place. It was the right time of month for her and the scene was set. Her ‘quarry’ so to speak was in the net. All she had to do was reel him in and get what she needed, hopefully as many times as possible. She felt hot and bothered just thinking about what she was planning. She firmly tamped down her feelings of guilt. She was after all using Jason as an unknowing donor, but she had wanted a baby for so long, and she hated the thought of conceiving in a glass dish, without knowing at all what the father was like.
Certainly she didn’t want said father cluttering up her life, nor the baby’s life, not with her crazy relationship with her own father as a blueprint. The few disastrous relationships she had, had firmly cemented her opinion that her mother was absolutely right, men could not be trusted. She had shied away from involvements, downplaying her looks and had immersed herself in her work. There had not been a man in her life for a long time, and she had no desire to be involved anyway.
She shoved her unpleasant memories into the little corner of her mind she had allotted them, and determinedly set about getting ready for her big night.
Emma was having a full blown panic attack. It was five forty five, and she was as ready as she could be, freshly bathed, creamed, perfumed and made up. Her dress, if it could be called a dress was a mere slip of slinky black silk. The front was deceptively modest with a high neckline, but the shimmering fabric clung lovingly to her luscious curves. Tiny capped sleeves caressed her upper arms, and thin spaghetti straps criss- crossed down her bare back ending at the base of her narrow waist, with a pair of naughty beaded tassels that literally begged to be pulled open. Thankfully it wasn’t super short, and came down almost to her knees in softly flowing fabric. Her feet were encased in strappy rhinestone studded black sandals.
Certainly she didn’t want said father cluttering up her life, nor the baby’s life, not with her crazy relationship with her own father as a blueprint. The few disastrous relationships she had, had firmly cemented her opinion that her mother was absolutely right, men could not be trusted. She had shied away from involvements, downplaying her looks and had immersed herself in her work. There had not been a man in her life for a long time, and she had no desire to be involved anyway.
She shoved her unpleasant memories into the little corner of her mind she had allotted them, and determinedly set about getting ready for her big night.
Emma was having a full blown panic attack. It was five forty five, and she was as ready as she could be, freshly bathed, creamed, perfumed and made up. Her dress, if it could be called a dress was a mere slip of slinky black silk. The front was deceptively modest with a high neckline, but the shimmering fabric clung lovingly to her luscious curves. Tiny capped sleeves caressed her upper arms, and thin spaghetti straps criss- crossed down her bare back ending at the base of her narrow waist, with a pair of naughty beaded tassels that literally begged to be pulled open. Thankfully it wasn’t super short, and came down almost to her knees in softly flowing fabric. Her feet were encased in strappy rhinestone studded black sandals.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Emma moaned in pleasure. Her whole body throbbed and pulsed with white hot heat. She flung her arms around his neck and plunged whole-heartedly into the kiss, sensuously wiggling her pert bottom on his by now rock hard thighs.
She clung tightly as he attempted to move his delectable mouth off of hers and nipped and nibbled, not wanting to give him a chance to speak just yet, not when she was having so much fun.
When they finally surfaced from the wild embrace, there were a good many buttons open on their respective clothing. Jason’s hands were back on her breast, cupping the trembling, tender flesh and gently flicking her puckered aroused flesh with his thumbs. Her bra had somehow disappeared.
“What do you want from me Emma Smith?” he asked.
“You know my name?” she gasped.
“I can read very well you know,” he said sardonically, nodding towards the nameplate on her desk.
“Oh, of course,” she agreed, mortified. “Would you mind telling me yours?”
“Do you always accost strangers like this?” his eyebrow had quirked most wickedly. The man was eyeing her like she was a weird specimen in a museum. “Jason Johnson, at your service.” His hands seemed to continue caressing her all by themselves.
Emma wondered if it would be at all appropriate to shake his hand at this point, considering where it had already been and all. She was also quite reluctant to have him stop his wonderful petting.
“You want to play some more, Jason?” she asked throatily. She played with the soft springy hair on his well muscled chest as she spoke. Might as well make him think she was a bimbo, she decided. It was too late to act sophisticated anyway.
Jason’s face openly reflected his doubts as he stared at her. ‘ I know you are up to something’ he seemed to be saying. They were still stroking each other, gently but steadily stoking the flames of passion. Gradually his face cleared, as if he had made up his mind.
“I’ll see you after work,” he lifted her off his lap, and set her firmly on her feet. “Six o’clock, across the street from the office.”
He unhurriedly fixed his damp clothing, flicked a hand thru his disarrayed hair, and after sketching her a mocking salute he was gone.
Emma couldn’t believe how well the scene had played out. She was far enough gone to forget her state of undress. She hugged herself and twirled around and around, nearly beside herself with excitement. Her instincts told her it would happen. Her dream was finally within reach.
At twenty seven years of age, her biological clock was ticking loudly. Now she was finally on her way to having her very own baby! And by then, Mr. Dad would conveniently be long gone from the scene, far, far away and none the wiser.
Everything was in place. It was the right time of month for her and the scene was set. Her ‘quarry’ so to speak was in the net. All she had to do was reel him in and get what she needed, hopefully as many times as possible.
She clung tightly as he attempted to move his delectable mouth off of hers and nipped and nibbled, not wanting to give him a chance to speak just yet, not when she was having so much fun.
When they finally surfaced from the wild embrace, there were a good many buttons open on their respective clothing. Jason’s hands were back on her breast, cupping the trembling, tender flesh and gently flicking her puckered aroused flesh with his thumbs. Her bra had somehow disappeared.
“What do you want from me Emma Smith?” he asked.
“You know my name?” she gasped.
“I can read very well you know,” he said sardonically, nodding towards the nameplate on her desk.
“Oh, of course,” she agreed, mortified. “Would you mind telling me yours?”
“Do you always accost strangers like this?” his eyebrow had quirked most wickedly. The man was eyeing her like she was a weird specimen in a museum. “Jason Johnson, at your service.” His hands seemed to continue caressing her all by themselves.
Emma wondered if it would be at all appropriate to shake his hand at this point, considering where it had already been and all. She was also quite reluctant to have him stop his wonderful petting.
“You want to play some more, Jason?” she asked throatily. She played with the soft springy hair on his well muscled chest as she spoke. Might as well make him think she was a bimbo, she decided. It was too late to act sophisticated anyway.
Jason’s face openly reflected his doubts as he stared at her. ‘ I know you are up to something’ he seemed to be saying. They were still stroking each other, gently but steadily stoking the flames of passion. Gradually his face cleared, as if he had made up his mind.
“I’ll see you after work,” he lifted her off his lap, and set her firmly on her feet. “Six o’clock, across the street from the office.”
He unhurriedly fixed his damp clothing, flicked a hand thru his disarrayed hair, and after sketching her a mocking salute he was gone.
Emma couldn’t believe how well the scene had played out. She was far enough gone to forget her state of undress. She hugged herself and twirled around and around, nearly beside herself with excitement. Her instincts told her it would happen. Her dream was finally within reach.
At twenty seven years of age, her biological clock was ticking loudly. Now she was finally on her way to having her very own baby! And by then, Mr. Dad would conveniently be long gone from the scene, far, far away and none the wiser.
Everything was in place. It was the right time of month for her and the scene was set. Her ‘quarry’ so to speak was in the net. All she had to do was reel him in and get what she needed, hopefully as many times as possible.
Friday, July 17, 2009
...6
Emma blushed a fiery red. She prayed she hadn’t gone too far. “I am so sorry “she gushed. She grabbed his hand in a flash of inspiration, hugging it to her breast. “Please please forgive me. I have some club soda in my office. I can get you cleaned up right away.”
Thanks to the hand-on-breast technique Jason seemed reluctantly inclined to follow her wherever she led, although his good humour was fading fast. He did make a halfhearted protest,
“Leave it be” he bit out, trying to glare at her. His face was beginning to take on a distinctly irritated expression.
Emma kept a tight hold on her ace, which happened to be his hand currently burning a brand on her soft flesh, and literally dragged him with her as soon as the doors opened on her floor. “I’ll feel terrible if you don’t let me fix you up,” she babbled.
She quickly pulled him into her private office and pushed him into her chair. Jason was looking at her as if he thought she was completely nuts. He opened his mouth as if to speak a couple of times, then he just shook his head and sat there with a resigned smirk on his face, as if he was waiting for the next act of this farce to unfold.
Soaking a towel generously with club soda she leaned over him and began to gently dab him everywhere the coffee had spilled. She meticulously made sure to cover his muscular chest, his rock hard abs… She was gratified to see the spark of awareness in his eyes flare into hot passion.
He gripped her trim waist and pulled her hard onto his lap. “What’s your game darling?” he demanded.
“G..game?” she stammered, looking at him soulfully. “I’m just trying to clean you up. Although I’d be happy to play with you.” she couldn’t believe she had actually said that.
His eyes blazed with passion. “So you want to play with me hmm?” He tunneled his hand through her silky tresses and took her mouth in a searing kiss.
Thanks to the hand-on-breast technique Jason seemed reluctantly inclined to follow her wherever she led, although his good humour was fading fast. He did make a halfhearted protest,
“Leave it be” he bit out, trying to glare at her. His face was beginning to take on a distinctly irritated expression.
Emma kept a tight hold on her ace, which happened to be his hand currently burning a brand on her soft flesh, and literally dragged him with her as soon as the doors opened on her floor. “I’ll feel terrible if you don’t let me fix you up,” she babbled.
She quickly pulled him into her private office and pushed him into her chair. Jason was looking at her as if he thought she was completely nuts. He opened his mouth as if to speak a couple of times, then he just shook his head and sat there with a resigned smirk on his face, as if he was waiting for the next act of this farce to unfold.
Soaking a towel generously with club soda she leaned over him and began to gently dab him everywhere the coffee had spilled. She meticulously made sure to cover his muscular chest, his rock hard abs… She was gratified to see the spark of awareness in his eyes flare into hot passion.
He gripped her trim waist and pulled her hard onto his lap. “What’s your game darling?” he demanded.
“G..game?” she stammered, looking at him soulfully. “I’m just trying to clean you up. Although I’d be happy to play with you.” she couldn’t believe she had actually said that.
His eyes blazed with passion. “So you want to play with me hmm?” He tunneled his hand through her silky tresses and took her mouth in a searing kiss.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
pg 4 & 5
As she entered her ultra modern ultra sleek office building, she hoped Jason would be exactly on time as usual. She didn’t want to look silly, loitering around the potted palms near the elevator. Luckily he was an early bird so there were very few other people in the building, which was perfect for her plan.
Although she had never met Jason face to face, she had often seen him around over the past week. His presence in her vicinity never failed to send a little jolt of awareness thru her insides, and today was no exception. She began to feel little prickles on the back of her neck, signaling his arrival. She barely managed not to turn around and watch him coming in, and hurried into the approaching elevator right behind him. All her cocky sureness had fled the minute she had sensed him behind her.
Conveniently, both her hands were full, briefcase in one hand, coffee in the other, giving her the uncomplicated opening she needed to talk to him. “Could you press thirty-five for me please?” Nervousness made her voice husky without trying.
“Sure thing” Jason drawled as he glanced at her absently. His hazel eyes sharpened with interest as he got an eyeful of the delectable picture she presented.
She flashed him her best smile, scrambling for some witty remark, anything halfway intelligent, but although she had rehearsed this scene countless times, faced with this fine specimen of virile masculinity, her brain felt like mush. She hoped her eyes were doing some talking as they roved over his handsome features. Close up his thick springy dark brown hair shone with mahogany highlights. His long lashed eyes were a wicked hazel under thick straight eyebrows. High cheekbones, straight strong nose and a square chin with the slightest dent completed the picture of gorgeous maleness. His full sensual mouth was curved into a friendly arc. His wide muscled shoulders nicely filled out his elegant sporting jacket, and his long long legs were hugged by well tailored slacks.
Finally she remembered what she had to do. Abruptly she dropped her briefcase, managing to scatter each and every paper it held. “Oh my Goodness!” she groaned on cue, ”How clumsy of me,” and dropped down on her knees to pick up her stuff, making sure the full glory of her cleavage was displayed for his benefit.
As expected, he bent down immediately to help her. She could tell he was laughing at her on the inside. “Don’t worry sweetheart” he soothed “we’ll have everything picked up in no time.”
“Thank you so much” she crooned, gazing into his eyes, “I can’t believe how clumsy I was.”
“Happens to everyone honey” he said reassuringly.
So there they were, on hands and knees, nearly hip to hip or nose to nose, depending on where they were picking up and they still hadn’t even exchanged names. Granted, his gaze was roving over her, generously helping himself to the view. The air in the elevator was getting pretty steamy and the situation called for a decisive manouvre. Either she should lean in and kiss him or… somehow Emma contrived to tip the remainder of her coffee onto Jason’s really expensive looking shirt. (thankfully it was only lukewarm by now).
Jason yelped in dismay. ”what the ….”
Although she had never met Jason face to face, she had often seen him around over the past week. His presence in her vicinity never failed to send a little jolt of awareness thru her insides, and today was no exception. She began to feel little prickles on the back of her neck, signaling his arrival. She barely managed not to turn around and watch him coming in, and hurried into the approaching elevator right behind him. All her cocky sureness had fled the minute she had sensed him behind her.
Conveniently, both her hands were full, briefcase in one hand, coffee in the other, giving her the uncomplicated opening she needed to talk to him. “Could you press thirty-five for me please?” Nervousness made her voice husky without trying.
“Sure thing” Jason drawled as he glanced at her absently. His hazel eyes sharpened with interest as he got an eyeful of the delectable picture she presented.
She flashed him her best smile, scrambling for some witty remark, anything halfway intelligent, but although she had rehearsed this scene countless times, faced with this fine specimen of virile masculinity, her brain felt like mush. She hoped her eyes were doing some talking as they roved over his handsome features. Close up his thick springy dark brown hair shone with mahogany highlights. His long lashed eyes were a wicked hazel under thick straight eyebrows. High cheekbones, straight strong nose and a square chin with the slightest dent completed the picture of gorgeous maleness. His full sensual mouth was curved into a friendly arc. His wide muscled shoulders nicely filled out his elegant sporting jacket, and his long long legs were hugged by well tailored slacks.
Finally she remembered what she had to do. Abruptly she dropped her briefcase, managing to scatter each and every paper it held. “Oh my Goodness!” she groaned on cue, ”How clumsy of me,” and dropped down on her knees to pick up her stuff, making sure the full glory of her cleavage was displayed for his benefit.
As expected, he bent down immediately to help her. She could tell he was laughing at her on the inside. “Don’t worry sweetheart” he soothed “we’ll have everything picked up in no time.”
“Thank you so much” she crooned, gazing into his eyes, “I can’t believe how clumsy I was.”
“Happens to everyone honey” he said reassuringly.
So there they were, on hands and knees, nearly hip to hip or nose to nose, depending on where they were picking up and they still hadn’t even exchanged names. Granted, his gaze was roving over her, generously helping himself to the view. The air in the elevator was getting pretty steamy and the situation called for a decisive manouvre. Either she should lean in and kiss him or… somehow Emma contrived to tip the remainder of her coffee onto Jason’s really expensive looking shirt. (thankfully it was only lukewarm by now).
Jason yelped in dismay. ”what the ….”
Monday, June 29, 2009
Pg 3
“Perfume?”
“Hmm”
“Stillettos?”
“Yes but everything jiggles when I walk,” Emma groaned.
“Perfect,” said Maggie. “Now open one more button on that blouse of yours, and go to work. And keep talking to me. I’ll walk you through your first hurdle. You can test your wiles on your doorman.”
“You’re crazy Maggie, Tony is just a sweet kid,” she was saying as she jiggled her way down the elevator and across the lobby. She nearly dropped her phone when she saw the way Tony’s eyes literally bugged out as he spotted her.
“G.g..g.good Morning Miss Smith,” he stammered. “You’re looking really…really…nice” he was clearly bowled over by her new look.
Emma gave him a dazzling smile. She couldn’t resist blowing him a sultry kiss and sashayed out the door. From the corner of her eye she watched the poor kid dissolve into near ecstasy.
“Maggie its going to work!’ she whooped “I love you, you wonderful wonderful girl. Bring him on, I’m gonna get him!” She was still smiling as she hung up the phone.
Her newfound confidence buoyed her throughout the short walk to the office. She tested her megawatt smile once more as she picked up her customary coffee on the way. She wasn’t disappointed. The coffee guy could hardly take his eyes off her.
“Hmm”
“Stillettos?”
“Yes but everything jiggles when I walk,” Emma groaned.
“Perfect,” said Maggie. “Now open one more button on that blouse of yours, and go to work. And keep talking to me. I’ll walk you through your first hurdle. You can test your wiles on your doorman.”
“You’re crazy Maggie, Tony is just a sweet kid,” she was saying as she jiggled her way down the elevator and across the lobby. She nearly dropped her phone when she saw the way Tony’s eyes literally bugged out as he spotted her.
“G.g..g.good Morning Miss Smith,” he stammered. “You’re looking really…really…nice” he was clearly bowled over by her new look.
Emma gave him a dazzling smile. She couldn’t resist blowing him a sultry kiss and sashayed out the door. From the corner of her eye she watched the poor kid dissolve into near ecstasy.
“Maggie its going to work!’ she whooped “I love you, you wonderful wonderful girl. Bring him on, I’m gonna get him!” She was still smiling as she hung up the phone.
Her newfound confidence buoyed her throughout the short walk to the office. She tested her megawatt smile once more as she picked up her customary coffee on the way. She wasn’t disappointed. The coffee guy could hardly take his eyes off her.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
2
Jason seemed perfect for her plan, and to tie everything up nicely, she had conveniently arranged to assign him the company apartment right across from her while he was visiting New York.All that was left for Emma to do was shake off her prim no nonsense image, wow the guy and get what she needed. She stared at herself in the mirror. Could she really do it? Did she have it in her?
She ran her freshly manicured hands over her curves, experimentally tossing her newly cut and layered mane of luxurious toffee colored hair and rapidly fluttering her eyelashes, currently super thick and long thanks to a generous coat of mascara. She tried to make her glossy painted mouth look pouty and kissable. Thankfully she had left her naturally sleek eyebrows alone, and now she raised one questioningly at her reflection. If it weren’t for the wide mossy green eyes staring back at her, she doubted she would have recognized herself.
Before she could give in to a full fledged panic attack, she hurriedly dialed her best friend Maggie from her cell phone. “I look ridiculous”, she wailed.
“Sweetheart, are you wearing what we decided?” Maggie demanded gruffly.
“Yes ma’am” Emma replied meekly. ” Slightly sheer pure white silk shirt, sexy lace bra peeking through, and tight red skirt.” Maggie was her rock, her co-conspirator and the complete opposite of her. She badly needed a pep talk from her before she could go through with this.
“You did your face like I showed you?” she wanted to know.
“Exactly as you showed me” Emma agreed doubtfully.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Hi all I'm an avid romance reader and writer, and have a host of sizzling stories to share. I haven't had the guts to send something to a publisher but I thought to try out this medium.. so here goes.
This is Emma's story, she thinks shes found the perfect prospective father for her baby, who will be completely unaware of his gentic contribution, and will be conveniently gone far, far away soon, since she doesn't want a guy in her life at all. She does however need to know the person who will father her baby....
This is Emma's story, she thinks shes found the perfect prospective father for her baby, who will be completely unaware of his gentic contribution, and will be conveniently gone far, far away soon, since she doesn't want a guy in her life at all. She does however need to know the person who will father her baby....
Love his Genes
Chapter One:
Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, Emma counted appreciatively as she set down her binoculars. From her apartment, she had a perfect view of the tall sinewy guy doing his morning pushups on his balcony across the street from her.
He went through his paces every single morning, exact same time, same routine, every day for the past week. This facet of him really appealed to her orderly soul. The rippling muscles on his lean physique were a definite plus point of course. Her quarry seemed to be shaping up very nicely. All in all he appeared to be ‘the one’.
Flopping down on her plush white sofa, she picked up a thick file, and quickly flipped through her exhaustive notes. She had researched ‘Mr. Dad’, as she had nicknamed him, down to the exact hour of his birth, knew his genealogy, medical history, finances… all in all she thought she knew pretty much everything there was to know about him.
Emma was nothing if not meticulous, and considering the delicate but critical nature of her project, she had gone about digging as deep as could into the life of Jason D. Johnson a.k.a Mr. Dad.
Being the human resource manager at the company he worked at had definitely helped her project along. She had a hard time ignoring the alarm bells clanging loudly in her brain during her clandestine research, apart from that, putting together his profile had been a piece of cake.
Jason was a geophysical engineer who worked in the Dubai branch of her firm, and very rarely came to New York. This spring he was in town to conduct a training seminar, and he would be gone within three weeks. This time he was due to be away for a minimum of three years, as he was assigned to some high tech, complicated project deep in the jungles of Africa.
He went through his paces every single morning, exact same time, same routine, every day for the past week. This facet of him really appealed to her orderly soul. The rippling muscles on his lean physique were a definite plus point of course. Her quarry seemed to be shaping up very nicely. All in all he appeared to be ‘the one’.
Flopping down on her plush white sofa, she picked up a thick file, and quickly flipped through her exhaustive notes. She had researched ‘Mr. Dad’, as she had nicknamed him, down to the exact hour of his birth, knew his genealogy, medical history, finances… all in all she thought she knew pretty much everything there was to know about him.
Emma was nothing if not meticulous, and considering the delicate but critical nature of her project, she had gone about digging as deep as could into the life of Jason D. Johnson a.k.a Mr. Dad.
Being the human resource manager at the company he worked at had definitely helped her project along. She had a hard time ignoring the alarm bells clanging loudly in her brain during her clandestine research, apart from that, putting together his profile had been a piece of cake.
Jason was a geophysical engineer who worked in the Dubai branch of her firm, and very rarely came to New York. This spring he was in town to conduct a training seminar, and he would be gone within three weeks. This time he was due to be away for a minimum of three years, as he was assigned to some high tech, complicated project deep in the jungles of Africa.
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