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"Tell me nothing happened," I begged.
"I'm as freaked out as you are," he said.
He stood and crossed the room to his closet. He opened the door....there was a video camera!
"You do know that's illegal, right?" I asked.
"Oh please," he said. "It's not what you think. I have a lot of enemies, so I put up security camera's."
He took a tape out and crossed the room. He put in a VCR and pushed 'play'. On the tape:
I kissed him...and then I passed out. End of tape:
"Thank God," I said.
He stopped the tape and sat down next to me.
"So you do have a heart," I teased.
"Yeah, well, don't tell anyone," he muttered.
Our eyes met, and we drew closer and closer. We kissed and it was amazing. I fell back on the bed, with him on top of me. Kissing harder and harder.
Suddenly, I came to my senses. I pushed him off of me and stood up. "I can't...I'm sorry, but I can't."
"Emma..."
"I'm sorry," I said. I grabbed my things and rushed out of his apartment and down to my car.
I saw him watching in the window as I pulled out.
I walked into Mom's house.
"Hey, where were you all night?" she asked.
"I went to a bar with a friend, is that okay?" I asked.
"Emma, you're twenty-two, you can do what you want."
I smiled.
"So, there was a young man that stopped in here last night. Well, sort of young."
I stopped dead in my tracks. "Blond hair, enticing smile?"
"Yeah that's him," she said. "I told him you were working at The Dot."
"Yeah, he came there."
"You don't seem very happy about it," she said.
"I'm not," I answered.
"Is he the reason you left New York?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Want to tell me what happened?"
I sighed. "When I first started working at that newspaper office, Joshua was coming on to me. He was my boss, and he was married so I said no at first. But after a while, I gave up. I thought I loved him. The affair went on for about seven months and then his wife got pregnant. I refused to let him leave her for me," I told her. I worried that she would think I was a slut and that I was immoral.
Instead she hugged me. "Emma, honey, I'm so sorry."
"You're not mad?" I asked.
"Of course not. Everybody makes mistakes sometimes," she said.
"I was afraid you would be mad," I told her. "I feel really bad about it. I feel like I only kept the job because I was sleeping with him and not because I was good at writing."
"Emma, don't let that creep make you doubt your talent. You are a great reporter," she said. "And you kept the job because you were a great reporter, regardless of who was sleeping with him."
I smiled, "Thanks, Mom."
"Tell me nothing happened," I begged.
"I'm as freaked out as you are," he said.
He stood and crossed the room to his closet. He opened the door....there was a video camera!
"You do know that's illegal, right?" I asked.
"Oh please," he said. "It's not what you think. I have a lot of enemies, so I put up security camera's."
He took a tape out and crossed the room. He put in a VCR and pushed 'play'. On the tape:
I kissed him...and then I passed out. End of tape:
"Thank God," I said.
He stopped the tape and sat down next to me.
"So you do have a heart," I teased.
"Yeah, well, don't tell anyone," he muttered.
Our eyes met, and we drew closer and closer. We kissed and it was amazing. I fell back on the bed, with him on top of me. Kissing harder and harder.
Suddenly, I came to my senses. I pushed him off of me and stood up. "I can't...I'm sorry, but I can't."
"Emma..."
"I'm sorry," I said. I grabbed my things and rushed out of his apartment and down to my car.
I saw him watching in the window as I pulled out.
I walked into Mom's house.
"Hey, where were you all night?" she asked.
"I went to a bar with a friend, is that okay?" I asked.
"Emma, you're twenty-two, you can do what you want."
I smiled.
"So, there was a young man that stopped in here last night. Well, sort of young."
I stopped dead in my tracks. "Blond hair, enticing smile?"
"Yeah that's him," she said. "I told him you were working at The Dot."
"Yeah, he came there."
"You don't seem very happy about it," she said.
"I'm not," I answered.
"Is he the reason you left New York?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Want to tell me what happened?"
I sighed. "When I first started working at that newspaper office, Joshua was coming on to me. He was my boss, and he was married so I said no at first. But after a while, I gave up. I thought I loved him. The affair went on for about seven months and then his wife got pregnant. I refused to let him leave her for me," I told her. I worried that she would think I was a slut and that I was immoral.
Instead she hugged me. "Emma, honey, I'm so sorry."
"You're not mad?" I asked.
"Of course not. Everybody makes mistakes sometimes," she said.
"I was afraid you would be mad," I told her. "I feel really bad about it. I feel like I only kept the job because I was sleeping with him and not because I was good at writing."
"Emma, don't let that creep make you doubt your talent. You are a great reporter," she said. "And you kept the job because you were a great reporter, regardless of who was sleeping with him."
I smiled, "Thanks, Mom."