Author's Note: Hey sorry about the long delay in an update. Some things have come up in real life that caused me not to do be able too. But I do hope that you like this next chapter! Love you all!

Three weeks.

Three weeks had gone by, and Emma couldn't help but feel like a total bitch.

Just for one bad encounter did she really have to be that insulting? Her conscience said yes. He was treating her like she was like every other woman he has ever met.

A sex toy.

But the look on his face literally broke her heart. In that moment she could practically feel the vulnerability radiating off of him. She could see the shame, regret, and anger as clear as day.

And she was the one who caused it.

Yep. She was a bitch. And not to mention the girls at the office won't stop hounding her about going to him and apologizing. Deep down she knew she should but her stubborn side always kept on wondering why she should apologize when he was the one who spoke to her like she was nothing more than a tool.

She sighed, removing her glasses before pinching the bridge of her nose with frustration. She really didn't know what she should do. It was true, what her parents had told her.

She was way too trusting and forgiving—and that sometimes that was bad. She was told that showed weakness. And she hated showing weakness, but what could she do? It was who she was and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't just turn it off like you can a light switch.

Drumming her fingers on her work desk she looked out onto the street below. And though it was just four-thirty in the afternoon the darkening skies made it seem like it was a lot darker than what it was. A gloomy day for her gloomy mood.

And just to make matters worse her vehicle was out of commission until she could get it to the garage, and unfortunately for her, that wouldn't be until Monday. She grumbled, knowing full well that she was going to have to walk home in this mess.

I guess this was Karma coming to fuck her in every creative way.

She sighed, glancing to the clock. It read 2:45, only fifteen minutes before she could get away from Shelly-Ann's insistent talks on apologizing to Alexander. And her insistence was becoming more annoying as each day passed.

Walking back to her computer she saved the work that she was editing and started to shut down the computer, gathering her stuff. She just wanted to go home, have a nice hot, relaxing shower, then curl up under the warm blankets of her bed and continue reading the romance novel she was reading.

Sighing yet again she grabbed her things and coat, locked her office door, and headed down the hall and outside; ignoring the thunder and the pouring rain. Cringing, she instinctively pulled the collar of her coat up on her neck, though she knew that her attempt was in vain. Her coat was going to get soaked by the time she got home.

She was halfway home when the rain was just beating down on her; it chilled her to the very bone. She shivered, her teeth chattering. Even though it was hot and muggy outside the rain was cold on her skin.

Oh, how she wished she remembered to bring her umbrella. However, she knew that worrying about something she couldn't control wasn't going to help her. All she had to do was go one more block before she was home again.

Though, next time. She was going to make sure that she had it.

Emma was so into her thoughts that she never seen the car pulling over to the curb, slowly following her, nor did she notice that the windows were rolling down. That was, until, the person honked the horn, causing her to jump and turn around.

She stopped where she was; confusion was etched into her features as she watched as a black Mercedes Benz parked right beside her. She wondered who it was; knowing that no one she knew drove something so expensive. With caution she came closer to the vehicle, bent over, and peered in.

She would be lying to herself if she wasn't surprised to see Alexander there looking at her. She felt as though she was a fish out of water with her mouth wide open, which quickly closed when he spoke in that thick and sexy Australian accent, "Need a lift?"

No, I do need a sexy, well-built man to... She quickly shook her head of the naughty thoughts and returned to the scene at hand. She could feel her face heating up even though just seconds before she was cold.

"No. I'm good, thanks."

Alexander rolled his eyes; "You look soaked. Just get into the damned car."

"I'll get everything wet."

"It'll dry."

"But I don't want you to go through all the trouble of driving me home." Now she was making excuses.

"Stop making excuses, woman!" he barked, becoming agitated quickly, "Just get into the car. You're going to make yourself sick."

"But I—."

"Please?" He asked, with the slight bite of annoyance.

With a sigh of defeat she opened the door and sat down, muttering her thanks as she buckled her seatbelt, giving him the directions to her house. He pulled away from the curb and drove slowly back down the road.

Once she was situated she felt herself shiver at the warmth that hit her skin. Alexander looked at her from the corner of his eyes; reaching down to the dial for the heat he turned it up a couple of notches.

The awkward silence was unbearable between the two. She wanted to make conversation but wasn't too sure on how to go about it. And every time she would open up her mouth to say something she would always close it.

Alexander kept glancing at her before letting out an exasperated sigh; "You know. If you're going to say something, you may as well spit it out."

She felt her face heat up again. "I do want to say something, but not sure what to say."

"Say the first thing that comes to your mind."


His brows scrunched together, "Pardon?"

"I'm sorry...for what I said a few weeks ago to you in my office. It wasn't nice nor was it called for."

He paused, looking intently out the windshield for a moment, "Don't worry about it. It's okay. I get that a lot."

She didn't believe it, so she pressed on, "No. It's not okay. I shouldn't have said something so insulting to you—."

"It's alright." He interrupted. "You had every right to be angry with me. I, myself, had said something insulting to you without thinking of the consequences, and for that I am sorry for my actions."

As they reached their destination he put the car into park, turned his full attention to her, "Can we please forget what happened and start anew?"

She studied him for a moment before giving him a small, shy smile, "I suppose we could."



He gripped the steering wheel, taking a deep breath, as if to prepare him for her rejection. Even though he hoped she wouldn't as the words left hit mouth; "If you...go out on a date with me."

Alexander watched surprise cross her pretty face. Her mouth was open as she slowly comprehended what he had asked her. Thirty seconds had ticked by before she gave him her answer, "deal."

Now it was his turn to be surprised. That was an answer that he wasn't expecting.