Dylan was a little taken aback. "You..."
He had just spoken when the doorbell rang.
He frowned, displeased that someone had interrupted him at this moment. He got up and saw that the hem of Emily's shirt had rolled up to reveal her flat stomach. He pulled it back down and glanced at her. "I wasn't really going to do anything. What are you crying for?"
She sat up and turned her head away from him, ignoring him. She was still mad at him.
He sighed. "I'll go get the door."
He took his wet shirt off and went to the bathroom to get a bathrobe before opening the door.
A woman dressed in a skintight purple dress stood there, her voluptuous figure on full display. Her hair was done up in sexy curls and she had a pair of black heels on. When Dylan opened the door, she primped her hair and sai
