Chapter 52: Things that move me the most
Jay had his head down, tinkering around in the car he was putting together when he heard a couple of his workers whistling. Not bothering to pick up his head just yet, Jay said, "I thought I told you guys to stop whistling at the customers," Jay picked his head up and smiled, seeing Emma walking over to him.
He wanted to whistle too, and Emma wasn't even dolled up. She was wearing a pair of dark blue denim jeans with a red polka dot top that had a retro vibe with a sweetheart neck and tied at the front. Her hair was wavy, cascading down her shoulders in all its blonde glory.
"Hey," Emma greeted with a smile.
"Hey, what're you doing here?" Jay queried as he wiped his hands off on a rag.
"Thought I'd bring you something to eat," Emma answered with a shrug, "And," She set down the bag, pulling out a metal tin, "I brought cookies for everyone," Emma walked towards the majority of the workers, "Chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies," She told them, setting the open tin down on a counter.
"Delicious," Derrick said after biting into one.
"I want that container back, otherwise I won't bring you guys' food anymore," Emma told them as she walked back over to Jay.
"And what did you bring me?" Jay questioned, with a smirk on his lips.
"Well, I would have brought you lots of kisses, but you're all dirty," Emma replied, a bit playfully, "So, you'll have to settle for some lemon pepper chicken and rice."
Motioning for Emma to follow him, Jay headed towards the back. After washing off his hands and face, Jay walked Emma to his office, closing the door behind them. "Now, what was that first thing you brought me?" Jay asked with a prominent smirk.
Giggling softly, Emma stepped closer to Jay, "Lunch?"
Jay shook his head softly before lowering his lips towards Emma's. Her hands rested on the front of Jay's chest, feeling his muscles flex under his shirt. Jay moved his hands from her waist, up her sides, and kissed his way down her jaw line. Eyes closed and head tilted to the side, Emma sighed in pleasure as Jay's lips danced around her neck. As his lips went lower and lower down her neck, one of Jay's hands found the tie of Emma's shirt. Tugging on it, Jay made it come undone, giving him more access to Emma's chest.
"Jay," Emma murmured, half of her telling him not to stop, and half in protest. Smirking, Jay ran his fingers over the bare skin he was planting kisses on, and looked at Emma. "Why do you do this to me?" Emma asked, her voice just above a whisper, and her eyes still closed.
Jay moved his hand to her hair, brushing it away from her shoulder, "Because you like it."
Opening her eyes, Emma smiled softly, "That I do, but not here," She looked at her boyfriend.
"We won't do anything here," Jay assured her, "Today." Emma couldn't help but chuckle as she rolled her eyes playfully at Jay.
Clearing off his desk, Jay sat down, bringing Emma down onto his lap. She pulled the lunch she made out of the bag, setting it on the desk.
"Eat some," Jay told her after he had taken a couple bites.
"I don't eat chicken," Emma reminded him.
"I know, but you eat rice," He pointed his fork at the rice.
Shaking her head, Emma put her arm around Jay's neck, playing with the ends of his hair, "I'm not really hungry."
Jay stared at Emma until there was a knock on the door. "Come in," Jay said, turning his attention towards the door.
"I hate to interrupt," Derrick spoke as he opened the door.
"We're just having lunch," Jay told him, knowing Derrick thought they were doing something else.
Oh," Derrick shook his head slightly, "Um, this guy brought his car in because it's make some funny noise, and we can't figure out what's wrong with it.
"Okay, I'll check it when I'm done," Jay replied. Nodding, Derrick backed out of the room, closing the door.
"I'm gonna let you get back to work," Emma said to Jay.
"Are you okay?" Jay asked, turning his full attention back on Emma.
"I'm fine. I'll see you at home," Emma kissed his cheek before getting off his lap.
"Greenpeace," Jay called, making Emma stop walking towards the door, "Thanks."
"No problem," Emma gave him a warm smile, "It's what girlfriends do," She told him before leaving.
