Making Love To Death (One Night With Death) by Kristen Natalie

Author:Kristen, Natalie [Kristen, Natalie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-04-18T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Emma blinked up at the fluorescent lights overhead. She was staring at the ceiling of her office. With a gasp, she scrambled up to find herself sitting on the couch at the corner of her office. She was still wearing her black skirt, and her bra was in place. But her blouse was lying in shreds on her office floor.

Clutching the side of her head to stop the room from spinning, she became aware of the sounds of chatter and footsteps filtering in from outside her office. Hurriedly, she picked up the pieces of her shredded blouse and shoved them into a drawer. Walking over to the small closet behind her desk, she opened it and pulled out a crisp white blouse. She always kept a set of extra clothes and shoes in her office, for emergencies. And this qualified as an emergency.

Just as she did up the last button on her blouse, her secretary poked her head round the door and asked, “You were looking for me, Miss Davis?”

“Yes. Um...where were you, Suzie? You...weren't at your desk,” Emma began slowly.

Suzie looked confused. “I came back to my desk as soon as I passed Mr Cunningham's documents to the courier. You said you wanted the documents signed by today.”

“Yes. Yes, of course. And...the other secretaries...were they all at their desks...when you left?”

“I think so. Most of them anyway. Is anything the matter, Miss Davis?” Suzie frowned.

“No. No. That is all, Suzie. Thank you.”

Emma slumped into her chair and took deep, steadying breaths. She had seen him again, and made love to him. That had been real. And it had been so incredible, so sweet and...sad. She could sense that he wanted to tell her something, but couldn't. But how do you question Death? There would always be more questions than answers where Death was concerned.

Could she live with that?

Everyone else did.

So why couldn't she?

Her tears were falling freely down her chin onto the legal pad in front of her. Emma glared down at the splatters on the paper and with a sudden, violent sob, ripped the page out viciously, feeling as though she was tearing out her own heart. Anger was just as expression of pain. It gave the pain something to do, something to destroy. Crushing up the paper in her fist, she hurled it across the room and swiped away her tears.

With shaky hands, she yanked her compact mirror out of her bag and concentrated on touching up her makeup. Just as she finished slicking on her lipstick, her phone rang.

Emma snatched it up, almost grateful for the interruption. “Yes, Suzie?”

“There's a Mr Damien Blake on the line for you.”

“Who?” Emma pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to recall all the names of her clients. This name didn't ring a bell. “Is he a client of the firm?”

“No. But he would like to set up a meeting with you.”

“Okay. New client,” Emma said curtly. “Set it up then.”

“Yes, Miss Davis. But...” Suzie's voice faltered over the phone.

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