Giving the best smile she could to her doorman as she walked into her apartment building, Emily held in her sigh. She loved that old man to death but her day was nothing to smile at.

Instead of going on a date with the man who still hadn't even kissed her, the third grade teacher had been forced to her mother's house to go over what their holiday plans would be.

They were the same year after year, but for some reason the ambassador always wanted to bring her daughter home to discuss it. They'd end up in a fight, and Emily would storm out of the mansion every time.

It was as if the ambassador truly hated her daughter.

"Come on," she huffed, eyes glued to the floor numbers above the elevator doors as she waited for it to come back down to the lobby. She was too tired to walk all the way up to her floor in her three inch heels.

"Everything alright, Ms. Prentiss?"

Emily nodded over to her doorman and gave him a gentle smile. A real smile. "It will be," she sighed, waving to hum as she stepped into the elevator.

Taking her phone from her purse, the teacher sent a quick text to the man she had been dating. Their day had been ruined, but maybe they could have a late dinner together.

"Emily."

She smiled to the man getting on the elevator before stepping by him and getting off. "Be careful down in the trash room," she smiled to her neighbor with his garbage bags. "They still haven't fixed the lights."

The older man nodded thankfully to the beautiful woman - he cursed himself for not asking her out when he had the chance - before letting the doors close on him.

Emily brushed her hair off her neck as she walked down the hall and searched her bag for her keys, her hand digging around through all of the random little objects she had stashed away in there.

A moan caught the teacher's attention. Looking down to the apartment next to hers, the ambassador's daughter caught sight of Aaron's door left open. "Aaron?" she called out, dropping her keys back into her bag and making her way to the engineer's apartment.

Afraid he had left in a hurry and hadn't realized the door wasn't shut, Emily reached out to take the knob and close the door, but another sound from in the apartment made her stop.

"Aaron, come on."

Emily frowned.

"Touch me again," the voice breathed, a clattering noise in the background reaching outside the apartment. "I know you want to."

The teacher's teeth ground against one another when she heard the man she had been dating let out a groan, and she pushed open the apartment door.

The blonde's head spun at the interruption. "Invite a friend?"

Aaron turned to see the brunette beauty he had been dating with her face a bright red and steam blasting from her ears as she stood in the doorway. "Shit." Throwing the wrists he had been holding down against the fireplace, the engineer chased the upset woman out into the hallway. "Emily wait!"

The blond huffed, slipping her sweater back on and walking to the doorway.

Emily tried to keep herself in check as she searched once more through her purse for her keys. "Stop," she warned him, feeling the older man's presence behind her. "Go away."

"Emily ju-"

"Go away!" she screamed, slamming her hand against her apartment door when she couldn't grab her keys. "Fuck! Where are my keys?"

Aaron shoved his fingers through his hair. "Emily just listen to me!"

The blond in the doorway stepped into the hall and looked wide eyed to the other woman. "The teacher?" Her blue eyes cast over to her ex and she frowned. "You couldn't have done better than Jack's teacher?"

Emily looked up, her jaw dropping. Haley. "Wow," she ground out, glaring at the man she had gotten to know so well. Or so she thought. "Your ex? Again?"

"Again?" Haley grinned. "Sweetie, did he cheat on you already?"

"Seeing as how you're the one without any bra on in public, I wouldn't be judging." Emily finally picked her keys out of her bag and shoved her way into her apartment.

Aaron followed her in, dodging the purse and heels thrown at him once she slipped them off her feet. "Emily, come on!"

The third grade teacher heard her apartment door slam. "Why are you here?" Turning around, she looked to the older man and threw her jacket onto the couch. "What's the point? Get out."

"You're not even letting me explain."

Emily's jaw dropped. "Explain what? That you slept with your ex?"

Aaron's head shook so viciously the teacher was surprised it didn't go flying across her kitchen. "She came over to talk about Jack and all of a sudden she's throwing herself at me."

The brunette woman scoffed. "Likely story," she ground out, spinning on her heel and storming into her bedroom.

"Emily just listen!" The older man followed her and held the door she tried to slam shut open with his hand. "I swear to you I didn't do anything."

She felt her stomach flipping around as she yanked her jewelry out of her ears and from around her neck. "You have no shirt," she accused, her dark eyes looking him up and down. "You're sweating, and she has no bra on."

"She came when I was working out, and she didn't wear a bra here. What am I supposed to say to you?"

Emily slammed her necklace down on the vanity and pointed to the older man. "You told me you screwed your ex before but I didn't think you'd do it when you were seeing me."

Aaron's jaw clenched. "Emily, I didn't."

She glared at him with her dark eyes before walking over to her closet.

Growing angry, the engineer reached forward and took Emily's wrist in his hand, turning her around and holding her squirming form against his chest. "Listen to me, will you?"

"Get off of me!"

Aaron tugged her to him and glared down into those big eyes of hers. "I am trying to explain this to you. I need you to listen to me."

His dark tone made her heart drop, her stomach coiling and a heat growing inside of her. The look in his eyes caused her jaw to drop, and his grip on her wrists felt warm, not rough nor tight.

"Emily."

She let him kiss her, their lips pressing desperately against one another's as they stumbled back, Emily hitting the wall just beside her bedside table. Before long, she was lifted up against the wall and her bare legs were wrapped around his waist. "Jack," she interrupted, worried about the boy alone next door.

Aaron shook his head. "At a sleepover," he whispered quickly before diving back in for another kiss, his left hand unbuckling his pants and moving her panties to the side so he could slip into her.

She couldn't tell if she'd gasped or moaned, but she tightened her legs around him and clutched at his neck and fine hairs on his head as he thrust into her, her parted lips whimpering against his ear. His groans grew louder and his thrusts faster, and the teacher held onto him with all her mite as he pushed her further and further into the wall.