Chapter 5
Emma's palms found themselves resting against a toned chest as two rough hands cupped her elbows. She swallowed audibly as she gazed into Killian's eyes. Knowing she needed to say something, Emma tried to speak but her tongue felt heavy and no words would form.
Killian's tongue flicked out to lick his upper lip and Emma sucked in a sharp breath. His eyes became stormy and slowly began raking up and down her body.
'What is wrong with you?' Emma questioned herself crossly. She was adept at removing herself from unwanted attention but in this instance she was finding it difficult...as it wasn't exactly unwanted.
Pushing her palms against his chest, she shoved Killian back. "If you've finished your inspection...I'm going home." Emma told him moodily.
She was not going to let him use and then discard her the same way he seemed to do with all of his women. It was a game to him and she refused to play.
Killian raised his hands into the air in a mock surrender and let her squeeze past. Emma pulled her bag close into her side and reminded herself why she was here. Though Killian had not uttered a word she swore she could feel his eyes burning into her back until the elevator doors closed.
Emma needed to update her status. Following protocol she stopped by Granny's Diner and ordered a hot chocolate with cinnamon. Scribbling a quick note onto a napkin, Emma slid it into the manila folder and then threw a few folded bills onto the table.
There were several established ways for communicating with the agency that she could use and that would result in receiving a secure call. David had been thrilled to hear that Emma had been promoted. He could not sing her higher praises and admitted that his head had nearly exploded when he flicked through the documents she had copied off the Corsair's database. Emma had quickly informed her boss that there were sections of the database that she could not access and that she doubted any evidence would be in an obvious place.
The final thing David told Emma was to keep Killian Jones close. She had scoffed and hung up the phone. That was the absolute last thing she was going to do.
2 Weeks Later
Emma banged her fist against the side of the printer. She had been trying to print out documents for an important meeting she had been organising in the boardroom. The last few weeks had definitely been an eye opener into the corporate world. If she wasn't doing paperwork, she was organising restaurants, gifts and even picking up dry cleaning. It didn't leave much time to snoop but she still managed to work in some investigation into her busy schedule.
Emma didn't actually think she had been getting any better at her job. It must be enough to skim by as Killian wasn't one to keep dead weight around.
Pulling open the front of the printing machine, Emma reached in and began wiggling and prodding the different parts she could see.
"Need help love?"
Emma lifted her head up and her eyes rested on Killian Jones. He was resting smugly against the door frame, one of his strong legs crossed over the other and his arms folded against his chest.
"I've got it under control," Emma informed him tartly. Killian smirked and glanced down at his Rolex.
"Five minutes Swan." He informed her before pushing off and leaving her in peace. Killian's presence was always felt...a smooth line or a smug smile. It was hard to ignore his flirtatious ways.
Ten minutes later
The printer had a paper jam that had taken her a bit too long to rectify. Emma had never felt so frazzled. Facing drug cartels was easier than trying to prepare a boardroom for an executive meeting.
Emma raced down the hallway and barged through the board room doors without knocking. Killian was standing in front of half a dozen of the company's executives. At the abrupt noise the room became silent and all eyes turned towards her.
Killian stared at the hurricane that had just swept into his boardroom. She was a vision. Her blonde mane was pulled back from her face and he itched to let it out and run his fingers through the silky locks. Black ink marred her skin and she looked extremely stressed as she moved to pass out the documents she had been clutching tightly.
He enjoyed flirting with Emma and there had been several moments when he had felt an inexplicable tug towards her and had been caught up in the moment. He had no intention of letting it go any further. Killian made a mental note to call Miranda later; he needed to work off some of this tension.
Emma slumped into a chair at the end of the table and pulled out a notebook to take the important minutes of the meeting.
"You handled that well." A voice from her left whispered. Emma glanced across at the man and noticed dark hair and soft dark eyes.
"Neal Cassidy," The man introduced and Emma could finally place a face with a name. She was looking at Corsair Corporations general manager. This man had his finger on the pulse of all business operations. She would need to get closer to Neal in order to get her hands on some more information.
"Thanks," Emma beamed at him. She knew just how to use her femininity when she needed!
Emma had organised to have lunch with Neal Cassidy and see what kind of information she could get her hands on. Two weeks and she had not uncovered anything suspicious. If anything illegal was going on than it was a lot more extensive than they had first thought.
Emma's computer buzzed with a new email from Killian.
Clear my schedule from Thursday to Sunday. Organise travel plans to Durban for 2.
Durban? Emma quickly brought up Google and entered the city into the search engine. It only took several moments to learn that Durban was in South Africa and that it had a massive shipping port.
Emma was still researching flights and hotels when Miranda Wilson sashayed into her room. The brunette was again dressed to the nines in a tight black dress that left nothing to the imagination.
"Is he expecting you?" Emma questioned Miranda politely.
"Of course," Miranda smiled smugly. Emma didn't know what her problem was but she was always quite unpleasant when they spoke.
Killian took that moment to exit his office. Miranda rushed over to him and threw her arms around his neck. His arms moved around to clasp behind her back and his head moved over her shoulder.
Emma watched and couldn't help but feel the green eyed monster bubble up inside of her. She pushed the feeling down. She didn't need this distraction. Killian Jones was a womaniser and was flirty with every woman he came across. Emma knew she was not special.
Glancing back at her computer screen to complete the bookings she felt a tingle on the back of her neck and swore she could feel eyes on her. Flicking her eyes up quickly she caught intense blue eyes staring at her. Miranda was kissing her way down Killian's neck but he seemed to be having no part of it, instead gazing at her. Emma narrowed her eyes and shot him a dirty look.
What was he playing at?
Killian pushed Miranda back and then leant forward and whispered something into her ear. Her face lit up and she strutted out of the room. Killian moved in front of Emma's desk and waited for her to look up from her work.
"Have you ever been to Durban Swan?" he asked her before perching on the edge of her desk.
Emma was slightly confused, "I had to use Google."
Killian's brows furrowed for a moment before he let out a small laugh, "Have you organised 2 rooms?"
"2?" she questioned puzzled at the query. Emma had assumed that he would only need one as Miranda would be accompanying him.
"Yes. One for me and one for you!" He told her like it should have been obvious.
"Huh?"
"You are coming with me."
To Be Continued
