Loving the Best Man (Friends & Lovers Book 2) by Jaye Diane Page B

found herself smiling at him. He looked so sexy sitting back on her ugly couch and her fingers itched to touch him.
    Why does he have to be so damn good looking?
    “Do you want some wine or tea?” She asked. She dropped her purse on the coffee table.
    “No,” He said simply. “I want you. Now get over here.”
    She hurried over, kicking her shoes off as she went. She certainly didn’t have to be told twice.

Chapter Five
     
    The week went by in a flurry of activity. Everyone was getting ready for Christmas and taking care of last minute shopping. Emerald, who had taken care of all her Christmas shopping back on Black Friday, wondered if she should get Lincoln a present. They’d never exchanged gifts before. It would probably be a bad idea.
    They weren’t going to see each other on Christmas Eve since he was going to be with his family and she wondered if they’d even see each other on Christmas. She was always invited to the Phillips house for Christmas but she usually spent it with her father.
    A couple of days after the graffiti incident, as she referred to it, she found another note slipped under her door. She put it in her dresser drawer without reading it and wondered if going to see Marley again would make the situation worse. Going the first time hadn’t helped at all so she decided against another visit.
    The day before Christmas Eve, a wet snow fell in the early evening and Emerald wished that she’d brought boots to work with her. Thankfully 50G had its own indoor parking garage so she wouldn’t have to step in the snow in her heels until she got home. At the end of the day, she gratefully went to her car.
    As she weaved through the New York traffic, which was much worse than usual thanks to the holiday shoppers and travelers and nasty weather, she thought about Lincoln. Again. His office party had been the night before and he’d gone on his own. He hadn’t mentioned the party to her again but she still felt awkward about it.
    She almost hadn’t expected him to come over but he had. She’d had to hide her joy when he appeared at her door. She tried to tell herself that she wasn’t that happy to see him; she’d just needed sex. But the truth was they were spending so much time together that she was downright getting used to him.
    She yawned, sitting at a never-ending red light. She saw why so many people in the office used the subway. Traffic could be annoying at worst and stressful at best. The slushy snow made for an even more complicated commute and Emerald was antsy by the time she parked on her corner.
    She pulled her hood up over her head and got out of the car. She ran down the block as quickly as she could, so cold that her teeth were chattering. Her feet were wet and frozen by the time she entered her building. She checked her mailbox and went up to her apartment. She cautiously walked to her door but everything looked fine. She hated that all the comfort she’d felt in her apartment building was gone.
    After taking off her coat, she dried off her feet and wrapped up in a blanket. She wanted nothing more than to have a very hot shower but she knew it wouldn’t be a good idea just yet with her feet being numbingly cold.
    She would be going to Lincoln’s place in a little while. It annoyed her that the snow continued to fall. It made no sense to take a shower and then go back out into that mess.
    Can I take a shower at your place? She sent the text message then wished she hadn’t. She could just imagine his reaction. He’d probably be offended. Oh well, it was too late. She’d already sent the message.
    Of course you can, came his quick reply. Then: What kind of question is that?
    Laughing dryly for a moment, she called a cab and finally got out from under the blankets and went to her dresser to choose some clothes to wear. She wondered if she should even bother with clothes since they’d probably just spend the night in bed anyway. She didn’t know how the sex had gotten even better