Chapter 2

He waits for her, finishing her book that he’d been reading last night and as soon as it’s complete, almost on cue, the doorbell rings.

He’d sent his housekeeper, Mrs. Gomez, out for the day. A housekeeper being a condition his parents had also insisted upon. Mrs. Gomez, however wasn’t just his housekeeper, more of a glorified nanny-even though he himself believes he doesn’t need one, his overly protective mother demanded it.

Despite that, he’s never appreciated the apartment more.

“Come in,” greets Dane to Emery who shuffles nervously forwards whilst clutching her folder to her chest. It turns him on even more to know she’s nervous but excited nonetheless.

“Thank you,” whispers Emery sliding past him into his home.

She’s surprised to find it pretty minimalistic: A plush couch, faux fur rug, plasma TV, glass coffee table all decorate the living room. It’s an open kitchen so she can see the sleek black marble of the counters from where she was lead to sit on the couch and behind her are 2 doors; one which presumably leads to the bedroom and the other probably a utility closet or bathroom. It doesn’t look like a home at all. Where are the family photos and why is it so quiet?

“What would you like to drink, Honey Bee?” he asks, not giving her an option of rejecting the offer.

“Um..Nothing, thank you. Dane please, can I just have my book and leave?” She begs rejecting the offer anyway. Being alone in this apartment with just him and his newfound knowledge of her secret pleasure is nerve-wracking. And she certainly feels her nerves standing on end from it.

“I said we may be able to work out something. Not that I’d hand over the book to you so you can just walk away. Now-“

“Dane! Just give me the damn book. I know you don’t want anything to do with me! You’ve made that pretty clear but please, I am begging you just let me survive the rest of these few months of high school!” interrupts Emery, standing up now so he can’t look down so much at her.

With her embarrassment and nervousness of Dane now momentarily forgotten in anger, she just wants to put this whole mess behind her and go on as the invisible girl as always. Though, like any girl she wishes and craves for excitement - for Dane to notice her and pay interest in her, she never wanted it to be like this! This is torture!

Dane can feel his dominant side coming out in anger at her rudeness. Emery must sense it though, since her anxiety returns tenfold when seeing Dane’s clear turquoise eyes darken. His hands shoot out and he reels her in flush against his body. A loud gasp comes from her as she feels his hard dìck against her stomach. Dane also wants to groan when her perfectly rounded breasts press against his torso.

“Never say that again, Emery. I have and will always want you!” he growls at her, his voice deep and lower than usual. Emery feels her stomach tighten at his words, her heart pounding at his promise and her panties soaking at his voice and feel of his body.

The slight moment of weakness is dissolved as soon as she reminds herself that his words are lies. She hardens herself and straightens her spine, gazing straight at him.

“No, no you haven’t. If you had you wouldn’t have ignored me. You wouldn’t have completely thrust me aside. Do you think I’m so stupid and desperate as to fawn and fall over you when you feed me these lies now? Just because you’re a Carter doesn’t give you the right to treat me like a toy.”

Dane blinks in amazement. Is that truly what she believes him to be? Does she not understand by keeping his distance, he was protecting her and himself?

“The whole reason I came here was because of you,” he even states.

“What?!”

“Why else would I move out before graduating high school, Emery? I was passing through town last summer, back home from visiting my brother and I saw you. I knew you were my mate, long before you did, Emery. But I needed to wait until my 18th before I could move here.”

Emery’s struck by his confession. Is it too much of her to hope that that’s true? That he really did see her and move to be with her?

“If that’s true then why wait? Why only acknowledge me now?” she shoots back, watching carefully for any hesitance in his reply so she can call him out.

But, just as quickly he simply responds, “because you weren’t ready and I would not have been able to stop myself with you. You’re so innocent Emery. And a few months ago, I thought being my mate would frighten you-drive you away but now I see that’s not true.”

Emery purses her lips, her palms pressing against his chest as she then shakes her head. God, everything such a mess now. All that she’d thought of him-now a jumbled mess. She doesn’t know what to think anymore. She can’t take it. It’s all too complicated and she just…

“No. No…You don’t want me, Dane. I’m…Please, just leave me alone.”

She can’t take a risk on him. Not when it’s to do with her heart. As much as she wants to believe him, she would never be able to take it if he’s just toying with her. What if it’s like some bad 90s high-school film and he’s stringing her along, all the while bragging to his friends about it? What if they’re just trying to humiliate and torture her further?

“Leave you alone? Oh Honey, I don’t plan on ever leaving you alone. And you don’t really want me to, so save that breathe of yours because you’re mine, aren’t you, baby?” he whispers, his hands slipping down onto her áss and squeezing them roughly. As his fingers dig into her plump áss, Emery lets out another sharp gasp.

“Dane,” she mumbles her legs turning to liquid.

Dane takes her weight onto his forearms and leans down towards her lips.

“Aren’t you baby?” he repeats.

Gazing up, Emery witnesses the furious passion in his eyes, she hadn’t ever expected.

“Yes,” she gulps as he kisses her slow and soft. His large hands pull her áss further towards him to grind against his strong eréction. This only causes her small plump lips to gasp and he seizes that opportunity to slide his tongue into the hot coven. Coaxing and engaging Emery’s tongue with his, he leads Emery down onto the couch. With Dane on top of Emery, she pants for breath as he breaks apart their lips. His hands slide down her body while his mouth lays sweet, butterfly kisses down her neck.

“Dane,” she moans as her mate utilises his large hands by massaging both her breasts through her bra and shirt. This passion, these sparks of need, Emery’s never experienced them before. She’s instantly lost in it, craving for more.

He kisses his way back up her neck and joins their lips once again in a heated make-out session.

In the lust filled moment neither fully hears the cell phone ringing but when Emery’s mother's voice leaving a message ring out, Emery quickly snaps out of her dazed state.

What is she doing? She's a good girl. Not some easy slút who'll let her mate g

rope and fúck her in the first few hours they get alone. No, as much as she wants she can't subject herself to that whorishness. She has a reputation at school, one she can't afford tarnishing in these last few crucial months. But even more important that that she has her heart to protect.

"Dane, get off!" she cries pushing him back with all the strength she has in her. Dane not at all liking her new tone or authority growls in warning. He snatches her wrists and pins them above her head all the while glaring at her in warning.

"Dane, seriously, this has been fun and all but I need to go!" she snaps in her own annoyance.

Her poor mom's probably wondering where on earth she is. She was meant to be back half an hour ago judging by the clock on the wall.

"If you want to go then go," growls Dane still keeping her captive. Emery wiggles her body uselessly to try and break his hold or at least loosen it, but it seems he’s only getting more aroused. With her breasts rubbing so hard against his chest and her legs squirming around his erection he instinctively tightens his hold so as to try stopping her.

"Please Dane. Let me go," she says hopelessly after giving up and letting her body go limp. Dane softens his hold but does not release her.

"Will you do as I say Emery?" he bargains.

"Wh-what do you mean?" she asks gulping. Oh god is he going to take her to his bedroom and fúck her brains out? Is that what he means by anything? Her panties soak at the explicit thoughts. In the very back of her mind she desperately hopes so...

"I mean tonight for a few hours will you everything and anything I say?" he adds more detail to the bargain knowing that as a smart girl Emery would want to know all the terms before agreeing. Although he'd rather she just agreed blindly and then that way he'd be able to keep her as his forever, not that that won't be happening soon.

"Few-few hours? Will you...will you-I mean will we- be um, er-"

"Making love?" suggests Dane grinning at his mate's stumbling and blushing.

"Um y-yeah."

"Relax Honey Bee, you will not be having my cóck fúcking your tight, wet, hot pússy tonight," he smirks. And when they do have sex, she’s crave it so bad-she’ll beg him.

Emery feels her brain clouding with lust at his crude words. Her arousal only widens the smirk on her mate's face as he sees her pupils dilating.

"Will I um, will I have to...suck you off?" she asks forcing the blush to stay off her cheeks whilst saying that. Dane just smiles at her softly and kindly, all traces of his smirk gone apart from his eyes twinkling in amusement.

"Emery, trust me. I promise everything we do, you will enjoy. And if anything ever gets too much for you, I want you to say 'blank' and I'll stop everything until you're happy again, alright?"

Blank.

The safe word.

She mumbles the word to herself before opening her mouth and agreeing to Dane's conditions. She can't help the turning of anticipation in her stomach. Dane really is going to take care of her. He really is going to take her to new heights and as scared as that makes her. It makes her even more excited.

"Emery I'm sure you know how a Sub-Dom relationship works, right?" clarifies Dane. He wants to make sure she has an idea of the kind of things he wants to do to her when they would be playing.

"Y-yes," mumbles Emery.

"Good. Then we're going to play a game," he announces calmly, "first I want you to stand up right in front of me."

Nervous for what Dane has in store for her she does as he says and stands in front of him. Dane leans back on the couch and adopts a relaxed pose, which in turn causes Emery to settle her anxiety slightly.

"I want to get to know you better Emery, so I'll be asking you questions. For every answer you give me that's a lie one piece of clothing comes off. For every question you don't answer two pieces of clothing come off, am I clear?" Emery nods her head. Oh God, she hopes it wouldn't get as far as revealing her lacy Victoria Secrets to him, another dirty little secret of hers he'll then know.

"Open your mouth and answer me Emery," he says strictly but patiently.

"Yes Dane," she chirps in response feeling satisfaction shoot through her as he smiles pleased.

"Good. Oh and one more thing. Both shoes count as one pair of clothing. But you may choose what you have to remove, clear?"

"Yes Dane."

"First question, I want to know about your family. What are your parents names?"

"It's just my mom. Her name's Tory."

"What happened to your dad?"

"He-He's gone."

"And he was her mate?"

"Yes."

"What happened?"

Emery hesitates and opens her mouth to answer but no words flow out. Dane internally grins at Emery's refusal to answer. First two clothing to come off!

"You have five seconds to answer Emery before I count it as refusal to answer...5..4..3..2...1-"

"He constantly cheated on mom! He wasn’t a good mate to her and she tossed him out," blurts out Emery but she has a sinking feeling that it’s too late.

"Thank you but it’s too late, baby. Now strip two items of clothing you have on and remember both shoes count as one."

Nodding, Emery slides off her blazer and steps out of her shoes. She can only afford one more slip up or she would be way too exposed to her mate for her comfort.

"Now let's move onto more personal questions...Are you a virgin?"

"Y-yes," she stutters, her cheeks blushing red as she turns her head away in embarrassment. If she wasn’t a virgin, she’d have no problem stripping for him. She’d have no problem being his mate and having only some ‘fun’-nothing serious.

"Look at me Honey Bee!" Dane demands.

Emery tilts her head back to him and notices in shock that instead of being disgusted or angry he's actually turned on.

"Next question, where would you most love to be fúcked? In your áss, pússy or mouth?"

Emery’s stunned at the question. She scrunches her eyebrows thinking about it and about which answer would make her sound less of a slút.

"My..my..m-outh?" she replies making it come out more of a question. Dane smirks as he sees right past her lie.

"Strip," he commands and on demand Emery wiggles out of her black pantyhose, making sure not to flash when trailing it off her legs. As she pushes it slowly down the plains of her milky thighs she makes sure to keep eye contact with Dane the entire time, making his eyes dilate in lust. His mouth feels wet and his dìck starts to throb now, begging for release.

"Now answer it truthfully."

"My...pússy," loudly whispers Emery, this time truthfully.

Nodding at her answer, Dane stands up and comes behind her. Emery's heart pounding harder from the whisper of his hot breath fanning down onto her as she’s painfully aware that he's but a mere step away.

"I will be sure to fúck it multiple times and in multiple positions," whispers Dane a promise in his voice that causes Emery's heart to clench.

Oh God, why did she have to have a Carter for a mate?!

"Next question. What would you most love to be spanked with? My hand, a whip, a cane, a paddle..."

Emery subconsciously tightens her áss almost being able to feel the heat, pain and pleasure from having her áss abused. Not that she could admit that to Dane.

"Is that refusal to answer Emery?" asks Dane. Emery bites her lip, oh no what can she say?

"Fine. Strip," demands Dane's voice.

Emery's shoulders stiffen as she slowly unbuttons her fitted white shirt. Dane steps in front of her to see the slow and unknowing to her seductive action. Once unbuttoned Emery hesitates but seeing Dane's raised eyebrow she sighs and allows the shirt to fall off her slim shoulders. As soon as it hits the ground Dane's eyes examine her breasts but he then curses himself when he remembers his training. He needs to keep Emery comfortable- this isn't exactly punishment and besides that he needs to make sure she trusts him. Emery can't believe that he’s not going to comment on her light pink lace bra or even stare at her chest. It makes her relax a little but then comes the thoughts of insecurity that whisper that perhaps he's not staring because he's not very impressed by her average sized breasts which aren't exactly anything to brag about. But then again...Emery glances down at the prodding thick, long shape hidden by his dark jeans. No, he must be attracted to her at least a little right?

"That's one, Emery. Next one, please.”

His words remind her that she should have lied instead. Chewing on her bottom lip in nervousness Emery twists the black skirt around her waist to find the button and zip. Then undoing the button and pulling down the zip, she holds onto her skirt for a moment and pleads with her eyes at Dane. Seeing Dane's refusal to budge Emery drops the skirt. Dane watches as the material falls down and pools at his mate's feet. Trailing his eyes up her sculpted legs the sight of her underwear almost makes him groan in appreciation. A tiny triangle lace scrap of material covers her pússy, with another leading straight up her áss. The two plump white balls of firmness make his hands twitch. Staying strong he raises his arm and gently tugs at her hair tie. A gasp later and her light hazel waves cascade down her back and shoulders. Taking one long appreciative look at her from behind, he sits on the couch and observes every inch of her perfect body from the front.

"Next question...approximately how many times have you masturbated thinking of me?" Emery's cheeks flood a dark crimson colour.

"I-I don't...I don't...masturbate," she murmurs out. Dane narrows his eyes, that’ll need to change. The girl needs to know her own body, she can learn that with him, but she should learn it herself too.

"Okay then, how many wet dreams a week do you have of me?"

Seven, she internally thinks-one for each day.

"None."

"You're lying...strip."

Emery's hands start shaking as she trails her fingers to her back along her bra straps. An idea forms in her mind and she rushes to part her hair. Having it flow down her breasts and amply covering them, she unhooks the bra and slides it off. Dane certainly doesn’t appreciate her cunning move and so standing up he sends her a low threatening growl. Just as he moves behind her, her phone starts ringing again and this time he has an idea. Searching through her bag for her phone he hands it over to her.

"Answer it," he commands moving behind her. His hands come to rest at her waist as he trails them up and down, making sure to keep a sliver of distance between their bodies. Gulping and not sure what his game is Emery decides to do as Dane asks and accepts the call.

"Emery? Sweetheart, where are you?" comes her mom's worried voice. Emery softly gasps when at that same moment Dane rocks her against him. His dìck hitting her lower back and top of her áss cheeks.

"Tell her you're at the library," whispers Dane in the opposite ear to where she holds the phone.

"Mom stop worrying...I'm fine. I'm just at the l-library," Emery says stuttering slightly since one of Dane's hands start to move up to her left breast and the other rubs her stomach whilst getting lower and lower.

"Library? Oh okay sweetheart. Is it another project? Which class this time?" Tory says with a small chuckle at her daughter's workaholic nature.

"En-English mommm...I'll be done in a..few hours," responds Emery as Dane whispers her answers for her. But Emery can't hide the light moan as Dane also starts leaving hickies at her shoulders while one of his hands continue to massage her now exposed breasts. He had slipped his hand under her hair but a few strands that had got caught created an even more sensual pleasure for her. Her nìpples are rock hard, like tiny marbles and with Dane tweaking one with his fingers she desperately tries to bite back the moans.

"Emery darling are you okay? You sound a little light headed. Are you feeling dizzy? Remember to drink lots of water!"

"Ye-yeah okay...MOmm...I will!"

"Alright just be sure to be back by dinner and if you're really not feeling well just come home dear, I'm sure you can work on the paper some other time-"

"Alright mom. Will do, bye," Emery rushes out the goodbye and barely hears her mom’s own parting words on the other end of the line, before cutting the call. Then dropping the phone onto the couch she lets out the loud moan she'd been desperately holding in. After much squeezing and fondling with her breasts Emery finds herself growing wetter than she’d thought possible.

"Dane please...fúck me," she moans unable to take much more of her wet pússy. She wants him to do something about it! Anything to get her some relief and release.

"Shh...All in good time Honey Bee," he replies slowly stroking her breasts. Then lifting his hands from her body she almost cries out and grabs them back but manages to stop herself just in time. Instead of leaving her like she fears, he draws back her hair from her front but doesn’t bother to tie it up. Then he returns back to sit on the couch causing her to looks at him with wide eyes of disappointment.

"Dane?" she asks so lost and hurt he almost wanted to throw her on the couch and fúck the misery out of her.

"I want you to feel your breasts Emery. Squeeze them, nip your nìpples... Show me how you like it Emery," he states watching her carefully.

"And if you perform well...I may bring your hot dripping pússy into the equation. Understand?"

"Y-yes Dane," she mumbles. Dane nods and watches Emery drop her head to her breasts. Sliding two fingers up the valley she glances back at him for reassurance. Nodding, Dane smiles at her to continue. She gently brushes both her hands over her soft breasts and then squeezes. A sigh escapes her lips and she does it again. A few squeezes later and Dane watches as his mate starts to let go of her inhibitions. Pinching her nìpples between her thumb and index finger she roughly squeezes, and throws her head back and shrieks in pleasure. She twirls them and massages her breasts roughly as her panting crescendos.

"Stop." Dane says cutting through Emery's loud panting.

"Dane! No please! Please," she begs. She’s on the verge of something hot, she can feel it. She can't stop now.

"Hands to your sides Emery."

Annoyed and frustrated Emery wants to protest and rebel but she suppresses that desire. It would only get her in trouble. Dane is clearly in charge and as much as she wants to she knows disobeying would earn her a punishment. Fisting her arms at her sides she watches as Dane slowly rises from the couch. He gently rubs at Emery's hips all the while gazing at her face. And then, a moment later, he rips of her lace thong.

Gasping in surprise a wave of pleasure comes over her as she feels her wet pússy hitting the cool air. Holding up the two pieces of soaked material he sniffs it before flinging it across the room.

Dear God, that smells good.

His hands stroke her hips again before one parts her legs slightly and trails along her inner thigh. Trailing the juices up, Dane lightly strokes her wet cúnt earning a gasp and moan from Emery. Then having got a good coating of juices on his finger already he pulls it back and watches Emery the whole time he slides her finger into his mouth and out. Dane’s always wanted to taste her juices but he never imagined they'd be this good.

"Sit on the couch." he instructs stepping to the side so she can slide past him and sit down. She crosses her legs and tries willing herself to stop dripping her juices on the couch but it’s no use-he has her too riled up. Moving the coffee table out of the way, Dane goes and grabs a chair from across the room and places it in front of Emery.

"Spread your legs," he then says to her.

Shyly Emery uncrosses her legs and parts them slightly.

"More," demands Dane, wanting to see her dripping wet pússy up close and personal. After all he does need to get aquatinted with it before delving his dìck in there someday.

"N-no," whispers Emery.

Grabbing her knees with his hands he parts them widely for her and ignores her shriek of protest. He's given her the safe word and she hasn't used it meaning only one thing-she wants this. Not being able to see her pússy clearly he discards the chair and kneels on the couch next to her parted legs.

"D-Dane...don't..." Emery pants from the couch.

"Keep your legs wide like this," orders Dane. Emery holds her legs as instructed but loosens her grip causing Dane to growl at her.

"I could always use the rope if you prefer," he snaps.

A whimper comes from Emery's mouth but she pulls her legs apart tighter. Faced with her glistening pússy, Dane uses his middle finger to stroke through the folds of the pink rose and is hit with heat and sticky juices. He builds up his strokes slowly into a faster pace by which time Emery’s already panting and sounding like she was about to come. He smirks as he realises that she has a super sensitive pússy. Good he thinks. That'll make her orgasms numerous and hard.

"Dane, please Dane please fúck me...please Dane, please..." begs Emery over and over again.

Dane slowly delves his finger into her virgin pússy causing her to scream out his name. He hasn't even pushed his finger halfway in when her walls cave tight and she comes onto his finger.

Not done with her, Dane pushes the rest of his finger in and starts pulling it out slowly only to slam it back into her. Moans and groans come from Emery but she’s in too much bliss to care about the whóreish sounds she’s making. This time after she comes on his finger he pulls it out and licks her sweet orgasm. Then he brings his head in between her legs and licks her wet pússy over her folds. Gasping at Dane's cool saliva and the texture of his tongue, she nearly lets her legs drop.

"Oh Dane!" she gasps as he sucks on her clìt and rolls his tongue over and around it. Then Dane returns back to her pússy and using his fingers to spread apart her soft folds he licks and eats until she'd had a least another two orgasms-perhaps more, he’s certainly not counting.

He finds himself wanting to taste another but unfortunately he doesn’t think Emery would have energy for one more. He’d risen up during one of her orgasms and saw how tried she looked, not to mention straining to uphold her legs. So licking clean her pússy and the area all around there, he backs off and gets up.

"You can drop your legs now Emery," he says gently. Nodding, worn out and tired she lets her legs drop and head roll backwards onto the cushioned couch. Seeing her so tired Dane picks up her bra and helps slid it on her. Then he picks up her pantyhose and slides it gracefully up her legs and all the way over her satisfied and now slightly less wet pússy and plump áss cheeks. The shirt goes on next and she knows at she has to stand to place her skirt back on.

"Let me drop you off," Dane says well aware she doesn't own a car.

"Are you sure?" Emery asks.

Does he not care if someone sees them?

"Yes. Let's go," he says grabbing his keys and carrying Emery's books and folders for her.

Touched by the gesture Emery can't help wonder if it’s because of all the stuff that just happened or if he genuinely does care. It's not like he got anything from it, she reasons glancing to see the tent still there in his pants. She can't help feel a little selfish for that even though he had said he wouldn't make her suck him off and he wouldn't fúck her.

"Honey Bee? What's the address?" he asks waiting for her to tell her so he can type it into the Sat Nav. Reeling it off Emery feels her eyelids closing from exhaustion. The last two had really taken it out of her. God! How many times did she come anyway? She lost count after the first two and decided instead to just enjoy them. They were like little blasts of heaven though and she never imagined it would be so..so...nice. Blissful. Ecstatic. Take your pick. She only hopes it’ll happen again.

That's when it suddenly hit her! Dane still has her book and she has no promise whatsoever from him that he won't say a word to people at school about her secret fetish.

"Dane. Are you going to tell people tomorrow about what happened?" Emery asks quietly.

Dane glances over at her nervous expression.

"I would like to tell them we're mates if that's okay with you," he says.

Dane would never reveal his passionate session with Emery to those simple minded high schoolers- he's heard them talk. They would not be able to appreciate the whole ordeal and next thing he knows boys would be making and trying scandalous things and spreading horrid rumours about his beautiful mate.

"Um...you really want me as a mate?" Emery asks.

Being mates with her would surely lower his reputation as the hot single Carter wolf at school.

"Of course! I told you, I have and always will want you! Everything I said was true, baby."

"So you're not just trying to get a fúck out of me?" dared Emery. This has to be some kind of joke! The Alpha's son and the rest of the jocks probably challenged him to get laid by her! It has to be some kind of stupid teen contest, it just does! Emery's mind reels away all possibilities not even considering or accepting that Dane’s not lying.

"No...Emery this isn't some game to me if that's what you're thinking. I really do want you."

"Okay well it's just that if you are just trying to fúck me for some challenge or whatever just tell me now and we could..We could figure something out. Then you can just go-"

"Emery! Honey Bee. I'm a Carter, I didn't do all that to get some silly one night fúck from you. I did it because I wanted to and I wanted you to feel good. Stop overanalysing my motives Emery. I want you as my mate, as my Sub, as my lover, as my woman and much more...but I need you to trust me. Do you think you can at least try, for my sake?" asks Dane, now parked outside Emery's house and locking eyes with her.

Emery gulps seeing the truth in his words and eyes.

"I'll-I'll try..." she whispers, "but Dane you won't brag or tell anyone about anything will you?" then she asks, a nervous look overtaking her beautiful face.

"I told you Emery. I'm a Carter boy. I don't share what happens between me and my woman in the bedroom," he said sounding twice as mature as he looks.

But like his brothers he had grown up in a Carter's BDSM club of his father's and knows how to treat a woman and how to respect them. That's what causes him to be more mature than the other high schoolers and why he hates hearing many derogatory conquests. In the club such speaking would get a person a warning and then eventually thrown out. Many of their kind had worried growing up in such a place would be bad but it was in fact the opposite. Living in the club he had so many people who cared about him, who smothered and spoilt him, even more so than his brothers because he is the youngest of the four. All the people had been friendly and there had been so much love in that place that he couldn't have asked for a better home.

"Thanks Dane," smiles Emery feeling like she can actually trust him. But we'll see about that tomorrow, she thinks sceptically.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow," Dane says in reply with a charming dimpled smile of his own. Emery leans towards him and plants a kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you," she says again and grabs her stuff from the back.

Sliding out of his Mustang she nearly skips to the front door of her home in happiness. Not having heard the Mustangs engine power down the road she twists around to see him watching to make sure she gets inside safely. A bright beaming smile ascends her face and as she waves at him. Waving back he ignites the car and drives off.