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Emma
I glance at the clock on my bedside table for maybe the thousandth time. It’s 12:31 am, and I am sprawled on my bed, still waiting for Jameson. I’ve done everything I can to make the bedroom sexier… I’ve lit candles, shaved my legs again, and I even have a sexy playlist on repeat. All that’s missing is Jameson.
Tugging down the bottom of my black silk slip, I wonder when I should start thinking that he isn’t coming. I mean, he said he was going to come, but what if something happened? What if he had to deal with something at the bar that will keep him all night?
Or even worse, what if he changes his mind about wanting me? What if he did the math, and my brother’s stupid rule suddenly outweighs the desire Jameson feels for me?
Maybe I was stupid to stop him back there in the al
