Tears Of Emma: His Sex Doll novel Chapter 63

"Shall we sit and talk for a bit," he said, cutting across my thoughts. I was thrilled that he had the same idea I had and had saved me from making the suggestion.

"Let's put some clothes on first," I said defensively. God, had my eyes flicked to his groin again as I said that. I decided to move so he could not see my face and so I walked quickly past him.

*Authors POV*

Mike's thoughts were similar. "Were my feelings showing on my face?" This was what was going through his mind as he agreed.

When he turned too, she looked back at him. She could not help herself and he was correct when he became certain that his face was betraying what he was feeling. Especially when she added softly.

"Don't worry I will be back in a moment." However, it was much more than a moment. He had quickly put on a tee-shirt and returned to the lounge.

"Jane pov"

For me , what to wear was a big dilemma, even though I told myelf I was being ridiculous. "Put on some jeans and a sweater". I told myself. After all, that was what I should do, but somehow, I couldn't bring myelf to it. I know he wanted me and I could not resist the feeling that I liked that and wanted it to continue.

"Of course, we were not about to do anything". I firmly told myself.

I have a boyfriend and am his maid. I settled for the idea that I could still enjoy the sexual tension that was between us without feeling any guilt or anything happening.

After, I settled for a white fluffy robe. There was one in each bedroom. It still seemed risqu茅, I liked that but on the other hand apart from my legs, I was covered. There was no more or less leg on show than some of the skirts I had worn throughout the trip.

Finally, I returned to the lounge, robe wrapped tightly around my waist. I found Mike on his knees cleaning up the mess in the kitchen with a dustpan and brush. Is this really the mike i came with or another person?

"Oh my god let me do that," I said. Dropping to my knees so I was beside him and ignoring his warnings about, "mind the glass!"

We briefly fought over doing the cleaning, but I quickly lost the argument as I had no way of helping. I still wanted to offer moral support, so I stayed by him, as he scooped up the last of the mess. He had already thrown one lot of glass in the bin. As he worked, he took a deep breath and asked the question i think he had been plucking up the courage to ask.

*Jane POV*

Why had I not just gone back to bed? Why could I not stop picturing his chest? Why did my mind keep going back to his bulge?

I finally finished trying to wrap the robe around me but within seconds it just fell open again. "I don't think working with you is a good idea," I finally said, and disappointment washed all over me.

Inevitably he looked hurt, but way more wounded than I thought and of course he asked for an explanation.

"Well," I said very carefully. "I really like you." Oh god, that was just making it worse. Wasn't that what people always sah? I really like you... but. "I really like you," I repeated slowly, playing for time.

God the look on his face was unbearable and so wanting to ease his hurt and to say something I added, "too much." He frowned. "I like you too much and in the wrong way." I added. I still felt the need to continue. "If I worked for you," I said in a very measured way. "Perhaps not today, maybe not even next time but sooner or later we will end up sleeping together."