Chapter 2

Sleep had not come easily to Emily and even after getting to sleep she woke up several times thinking about Drake. She wondered if she had done something wrong to push him away. But she couldn’t dwell on it, that wouldn’t fix the situation at all. Instead, Emily got up bright an early and got herself ready so she could start her day with Drake.

Winning over a billionaire like Drake was obviously going to take more than just sex. Emily had been entirely under-prepared when she went into the previous evenings meeting with him. But she was ready for the new day and ready to take advantage of the rest of their twenty-four hours together.

As the sun started to rise, Emily made her way down the hall to Drake’s bedroom. She couldn’t remember if there was a rule about going to his room, but she hoped there was not. Gently she knocked on the door and waited to see if Drake was awake. Her knock was so light that he certainly would not have heard it if he was asleep.

“Good morning beautiful,” Drake said as he opened the door.

He looked down the hallway and grabbed Emily and pulled her into his room. Emily couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear at how eager Drake seemed to see her. Suddenly her concern over him was lessened and she could concentrate on the rest of the day.

“Good morning to you,” Emily said as she leaned in to kiss Drake. A giggle surfaced as the two kissed and Emily was instantly over her fear that she had done something wrong the night before.

“Ugh, let me brush my teeth first. Have a seat anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

Drake made his way to the bathroom and cleaned up a bit before returning to Emily. She was sitting on a small couch near the foot of his bed. He slid into the seat next to Emily and let his arm wrap around her and hold her close to him.

“Did you sleep well?” Emily asked.

“Yep, I’m ready to take on the world. What do you have planned for our date?”

“It’s a surprise. But you should wear something nice today. Oh, and bring a swim suit just in case I take you on the Emily water train.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but you’re friggin’ adorable as hell.”

Drake looked slyly at Emily as he tried to figure out where they were going and what they might be doing with their day. He wasn’t use to dressing up very much outside of work, but he was willing to do anything Emily needed him to.

In fact, during the whole week Drake was really willing to do what the women wanted to do during their time with him. He wasn’t picky at all and just wanted to see them expressing themselves during their time together. Drake wanted to get to know the real women, not the perceived people that they thought he wanted them to be. Drake preferred honesty over fakeness all the time.

None of the women had seemed particularly fake, which was a surprise to Drake. Typically, when he picked up women from the club, they always seemed to be putting on a fake persona instead of being themselves. He didn’t know if the women he had in his house were just more evolved than that; or if he just hadn’t gotten to know them well enough to judge their personas yet.

Emily’s bubbly personality and constant smile were exactly what Drake needed to brighten his day. He couldn’t help but imagine what life would be like with a woman who was naturally happy all the time. It might just be the best fucking life ever.

“Are you going to get dressed up too?” Drake asked.

He let his hands linger on her pajama shorts and then moved them up to the deep V-neck in her shirt. Surely if he was dressing up, Emily would need to dress up as well.

“Yes, of course. I’m taking you to a place that’s been very important in my life this last year.”

“That sounds serious.”

“You read my file, right?”

“Yes. You write short stories.”

“Sort of. I write columns and sometimes stories for people like Penthouse and Playboy.”

“It just seems weird.”

“Writing about sex or the fact that it is me who is doing the writing?”

Emily couldn’t help but laugh; most people she talked to didn’t think that she was actually writing about sex for a living. She just didn’t seem like the type of girl who would do that. Her level of sweetness was off the chart, certainly not how you would picture a sex writer.

“You look sweet and innocent.”

“I actually am pretty sweet and pretty innocent. I have only had one boyfriend most my life. My high school sweetheart.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“So…I’m confused. How do you write all that hot sex stuff? It doesn’t seem like you could write from experience.”

“That’s a great question. I think we should get on the road to where we are going and I’ll explain more to you.”

“Or we could lay here in bed for a minute and discuss it,” Drake said as he picked Emily up and walked with her over to his bed.

His lips moved in to kiss hers and she wrapped her arms tight around his neck. The feeling of his muscular arms around her ass made Emily want to have Drake right then and there. But she didn’t want to throw herself at Drake and have him refuse her; she didn’t think her ego could take that again.

“I’d be happy to take a few minutes before we go,” Emily said softly. “I mean if you can’t resist the Emily train.”

“You are incredibly beautiful, just in case I didn’t tell you that before.”

“Thanks.”

Their mouths worked together and Drake brought Emily slowly down to the bed. His lips left hers and made their way to her neck where he kissed gently as she leaned back onto the bed. The girth of his body on top of hers was delightful. Emily found herself moving her hips against Drake as she felt his body hard with excitement for her.

She bit her lip sweetly as Drake lifted her cotton t-shirt and kissed the soft skin of her abdomen. She closed her eyes and took in a few long deep breaths in anticipation of what was next. Her body longed to feel Drake’s lips all over her. She didn’t care if they were late to their party. She wanted his lips on every inch of her. She wanted to feel the pleasure that she knew that Drake could deliver to her body.

His lips moved gingerly along her body and pulled down her shorts ever so slightly. Emily moaned in anticipation of him taking her shorts off and his tongue playing with her sweet body.

She had spent most of her sexual life with an utterly boring boyfriend. The excitement of being with Drake felt like she was a virgin about to give up her treasured gift. Although, Emily knew that she really wasn’t a true Virgin. She had gone almost three years without sex; so she felt pretty damn close to virginal status.

But as his lips moved along her waist, he let her shorts go and moved back up her body toward her breasts. The weight of his muscular frame just barely sat on her and she couldn’t help but hold onto him. Drake was the man she had fantasized her whole life about, the man she had in her thoughts when she wrote her dirty sex columns. And right at that moment she had him there all to herself.

The feeling of his firm chest was delightful under her fingers. Her whole body was overwhelmed with the new sensation that was Drake. His power was exciting and she couldn’t help but pull him closer and closer to her. To have a man like Drake want her was delightfully indulgent. Emily hadn’t even imagined that a guy like Drake existed in the world; to have him right there in front of her was amazing.

“I…think…we…should…get…going,” Drake said between kisses to Emily’s body.

“No, we have plenty of time. Let’s stay.”

Emily moved her hands up and down Drake’s chest and wanted more of him. It was her first experience with another man besides her first boyfriend. She wasn’t ready to let him go just yet. His muscles had obviously been worked out over the years to get to where they were. The strong girth of his pecks made Emily want to touch them for hours.

Her lips moved to his in an effort to keep him right there with her. Just as they were starting to feel close, he pulled away. Emily couldn’t figure out what it was that she was doing wrong. She was really out of practice, but she didn’t think it was possible that she was that bad of a kisser. Surely, there had to be some other explanation for him pulling away.

“I’m excited to see where you are taking me,” Drake said as he stood up. “I’m going to hop in the shower. Is thirty minutes enough time for you to get ready?”

Emily tried to hide her disappointment as she slid off of the bed and stood next to Drake. She had intended to spend a lot of time in bed with Drake over their day together. But she understood that he wanted to take a shower before they went out, she just hated that she understood so well.

“Sure, I’m pretty much ready. I already took my shower,” Emily said and then kissed Drake softly.

When they kissed, she could feel the chemistry between them, but there was something that happened when they got going. Something that made Drake pull away from her. She couldn’t dwell on it though; she needed to get her sexy ass dress on so she could take Drake to the party of the year.

“Since it’s an afternoon party, are you thinking a light linen suit or something similar?” Drake asked as he made his way to his bathroom.

“Perfect. That is exactly perfect. I’ll see you in thirty minutes. Just come knock on my door when you’re ready. If we could get going by ten thirty or so that would be great.”

Emily had to leave the room quickly because she felt tears welling up in her eyes. It was horrible to think that she had already become so emotionally attached to Drake. They had hardly talked or really gotten to know each other at all. That wasn’t like Emily, she didn’t usually become attached to guys she dated. In fact, since breaking up with her high school sweetheart, Emily hadn’t really liked any of the men she had been out on dates with.

Typically, the guys she dated were far too immature for her taste. Naturally at twenty-two years old, most of the men that were similar to her age were not going to be as put together as Drake was. But it was more than just having financial stability; Drake had a confidence in who he was. He didn’t need to change for anyone and he clearly seemed to know what he wanted out of life.

Some people might have looked at the week of women in his home as some sort of sexist game. But Emily saw it as a great way for Drake to really get to know some awesome women on a more intimate level than just one date could show him. By spending the whole day with them and living with them for the week, Drake was showing that he wanted to find a partner. Drake knew what he wanted and Emily could only hope that it was her.

As she slid into her barely there party dress, Emily couldn’t help but look in the mirror and think that Drake was really going to love the dress she had picked out. But he was also going to love where she was taking him.

Emily had worked with Playboy magazine for a little over a year and she had finally accepted an invitation to one of their parties. It was a bit intimidating to think about going to their party, but Emily was excited to bring Drake with her. With Drake by her side she was sure that the day was going to be full of tons of fun.

It was a spring charity party for one of the many groups that Hugh Hefner supported. Emily thought out of all the parties that happened at the Playboy Mansion, this was probably more up her alley.

As she slipped on her heels Emily heard the knock at her door. She slowly opened the door and watched in delight as Drake’s mouth fell completely to the ground. It was a reaction she could have only dreamed of. The utter delight in Drake’s eyes was exactly what she had hoped to see when she purchased her dress.

“That is one hot dress,” Drake managed to say as he continued to stare at Emily.

“Oh, this old thing. Do you like it?”

Emily twirled around to show off the low cut back and the utter shortness of the hemline. She relished in the gaze that Drake gave her as he looked at her. It was just another reminder that there was definite chemistry between them. But Emily couldn’t help but think that there was something holding Drake back.

“Should I drive? Or would you like me to have someone take us?”

“Hmm, I think you should drive.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Drake let Emily go ahead of him as he continued to ogle her body. She had the perfect little ass that Drake wanted to touch so badly. Her skin had tasted so sweet under his lips and Drake couldn’t help but think that the day was going to be really long if he didn’t get to touch her sweet skin again.

He wanted Emily, there was no denying that. But she was so sweet and pure, Drake didn’t like the idea of sleeping with her and hurting her feelings if she was not the one he chose at the end of the week. Something about Emily drew him in, but that same something made him want to protect her.

Drake wanted Emily. Everything in his body wanted her, but he wasn’t about to give into his temptation unless he was sure she was a real contender for him to pick at the end of the week.

Having only slept with one other man in her life, Emily might just be too young and inexperienced for what Drake was looking for in a partner.