Emily closed her eyes as she felt her breath leave her body. She could hear the front door open and then slam shut not a second later, those familiar footsteps heavy as they made their way along the wooden floored foyer. Her eyes peeled themselves open as she gripped the rag tighter in her hand, her fingers scraping at the countertop she had been trying to clean.

"Emily?"

The brunette spun around, a smile on her face when her boyfriend appeared in the kitchen's doorway. "Nigel. How was work, sweetheart?" She quickly walked over to the table before pulling out his favorite seat, letting him sit down and sip at his brandy that already sat on the table.

The older man let out a grunt before shaking his head. "Same as always. I do what they need me to and tell me to, and someone else then just feels as if they have to go on and take all the credit." He sipped at his drink and watched as his girlfriend sat in her seat across from him. "I mean what tosser would think of doing that?"

Emily shook her head, her eyes softening on the Englishman before her. "I'm sorry, honey. I know what that feels like."

"Yeah well, it's over." He grinned to the beautiful woman that sat across from him. "Is it wrong I called him a bloody cock-up?"

Emily let out a laugh as she bit her bottom lip. "Not at all, Nigel. You felt what you felt."

Nigel gave a nod before standing from his seat. "So what's for supper, love?"

The younger woman quickly made her way over to the oven and pulled open the door, her eyes scanning the food she had put in just a little while ago. "Well I made a chicken, but I don't think it'll be ready for at least another hour."

"An hour?"

Emily felt her heart beat begin to quicken in her chest, and she nodded her head after closing the oven door. She turned around as slow as she could, her eyes looking into the hard ones of her boyfriend. "Nigel, I didn't know what time you would be home."

The older man let out a snort. "That's your excuse?"

Emily let her eyes widen slightly as Nigel backed her into the corner the counter and wall created near the entrance of the kitchen. She felt his breath on her cheek, trying to turn her head away from the older man's scorching eyes. "I have no good excuse, Nigel. I'm sorry."

Nigel's large hand quickly made its way to his girlfriend's slender neck, his fingers curling around it as fast and as hard as they could. "You look at me when you speak!"

The brunette whimpered when Nigel's body pushed itself into hers. "I'm sorry."

"You should know by now, eh?"

"Yes Nigel, I should."

Nigel gave a grin when he heard the slightly shake in the younger woman's voice. "Just 'cause you're a toff, you think you can go around lollygagging and playing with your blimey little friends?"

Emily felt her eyes sting as Nigel's hand tightened around her throat. "No I don't. I'm really sor-"

"Enough!" He watched as the younger woman's chin trembled slightly, and he brought his free hand up to her cheek and let his fingers trail along her ivory skin. "Why don't you go upstairs, love? An hour gives us plenty of time."

Emily shook her head, standing as straight as she could with her boyfriend's hands still around her. "I really should stay down here to make sure everything is-"

"Everything is what, Em?"

She looked up and let her dark eyes look into the iced ones of the older man, his gaze dropping from hers and making its way along her upper body that was only covered in a tank top and her favorite blue sweater. She shook her head, her breath coming back and eyes fluttering closed when Nigel took his hand from her neck. "Nevermind." Her eyes met his once again, and she cursed herself for immediately faltering under his gaze. "I'll go upstairs."

Nigel let out a smile before patting the younger woman on her cheek, pulling her body towards his and pressing his lips against hers. He felt her stiffen under her touch, and he took her chin between his fingers. "We'll have a wicked time, love."