Loving the CEO novel Chapter 7

"Err, um Hello?"

"Hello," the deep voice answered back.

"Can you do me a favor? I desperately need your help."

"And why would I do you a favor?"

He had asked the right question but unfortunately for me, there was no right answer, or was there? Think of something quick Emily. My subconscious probed at me. What could you say or use as leverage so he can grant you the favor even though we just met? And that's when it hit me.

When he had asked me to go on a date his eyes were begging me to say yes even though his demeanor said something different. I can use that to my advantage. Wouldn't be considered blackmailing right? Before I could stop myself from uttering the words that were on the tip of my tongue and my mind, my mouth blurted it out.

"Well, considering you want me to go on a date with you, I think I have the upper hand here don't you think?"

"Fine, what do you want?" He replied after he thought what I said through.

"Err, I need to go home to help my mom with something. Could you pick me up? Because I just missed the bus."

"Okay, where are you at the moment?"

"I'm at the bus stop that is a few meters from the bookstore."

"Okay, I'll be there in fifteen minutes," he said before hanging up.

Oh, Lord, I petition to the heavens please do not let me regret this. Approximately fifteen minutes later I saw a black Audi 8 come to pick me up. Stepping out of the car was a very brawny man, with broad shoulders and a stone hard face.

"Miss Emily?" he asked in a hard voice. Nodding my head, yes, I was afraid to speak because I couldn't find my voice and I was afraid it would come out squeakily. This man seemed very frightening.

"Mr. Jacob had sent me to pick you up and drop you home safely," he said while opening the back door so I could enter. Entering the car, he waited until I was seated before he closed the door and went around the driver's side. Getting in, he turned to me and I could see his black orbs staring into me. With his voice still hard as stone he spoke. "Your address?"

"Ambrose Lane New York apartment one," I spoke meekly.

Turning back around in his seat, he started the car and drove off. The ride to my home was in silence and I was counting down the minutes and seconds that it would take for me to arrive. When we did, I flew open my door and thanked him profusely, and turned my back to walk away but his voice halted my steps.