CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
EMMA STARED AT the invitation in her email. She looked forward to this party all year long, building up the fantasies in her head, different scenes, different people. She pictured it when she laid alone at night with her vibrator under the covers, and the fantasy grew more and more intense each time. She craved this night, this experience.
Or at least, she had. Now… Now she was so conflicted about what she wanted to do it drove her crazy.
She growled, punching the ENTER key on her computer, closing her email before slamming her laptop closed. God, she hated this. Why couldn’t she still see Jacob as the creepy stalker, hiding behind his computer screen, sneaking peeks at her because he didn’t have the balls to talk to her? Instead, she discovered he did, in fact, have b
