Page 64 of Unbalanced

She slowly shakes her head, and her eyes fill with uncertainty.

Unable to keep the distance between us, I step in close. I’m shocked when she doesn’t try to run away.

“Please, Emily…I don’t ask for favors, but will you do this for me? I want you here.”

I cup her cheek, and she leans into my touch before catching herself. Emily clears her throat and pulls away.

“Okay…I’ll stay. For you.”

Not giving a shit if anyone is still here, I quickly brush my lips against hers. She gasps and flushes a beautiful shade of pink.

“Thank you.”

Taking her hand, I lead her up the stairs to the spare room beside mine. As soon as we are behind a closed door, I touch her waist and maneuver her around, so her back is against the wall.

“Alden…this…I…”

Every muscle, including my cock is tense.

“He’s gone, Emily. You don’t need to feel guilty.”

She runs her tongue along her lips.

“Maybe I don’t. But that doesn’t make this right,” she says, breathlessly.

“What makes this wrong?”

Emily opens her mouth and then closes it again. While she’s still fumbling for excuses, I decide to keep her off balance and push away from the wall.

“Stay here. I’ll get you stuff to stay the night. Dinner will be served in an hour.”

Back in the hallway, I pull out my phone and send Rochelle a text.

Alden: I need you to do me a favor.

Rochelle: How big a favor?

Alden: Huge, and you’re not going to like it.

Rochelle: Well then, by all means, let me say yes to such a wonderful proposition.

Alden: You’re funny.

Rochelle: I know. What is this huge favor I’m not going to like?

Alden: I’m going to send you a list of items and the sizes. Then I need you to send them here with our emergency courier service for seven tomorrow morning.

Rochelle: Here, as in your family’s estate?

Alden: Yes.

Rochelle: This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain someone you aren’t supposed to be going near?

Alden: I’d rather not say, because I can’t tell you what you want to hear.

Rochelle: For fuck sake. God, please give me strength. Fine… you owe me.

I quickly send the type of dress, color, and size, along with matching shoes. Then I add a pair of jeans and a soft cashmere sweater that I know Emily will love.