Chapter Seventy-Six
Emme sat cross-legged on her hotel bed and read a message from Tiago checking in on her.
I’ll be on shift tonight, he said, although she had remembered. See you soon.
Thanks Tiago x Emme replied.
Emme looked at the calendar and pondered the mess she had got herself into in six short weeks.
She wondered why the hell she had agreed to take a job that would pull her away from her family for Christmas.
Two days off wasn’t enough time to go home, and she had been so na?ve to think she would have a lost Christmas of passion in Tristan’s penthouse.
There was a knock on the door as she considered whether she really could fly back to London for forty-eight hours. She missed her mum, dad and Lucille terribly.
The knock rasped on the door again, this time more frantically.
‘Shit,’ Emme muttered.
She half hoped it would be Bill so she could show him the footage of Lexy and Tristan, but wondered what good that would serve.
What about poor Harry and Bella? Emme climbed off the bed, checked her appearance in the vast mirror by the door and put her phone in her jeans pocket.
As she opened the door, all the feelings of lust, obsession and treachery came flooding back like a wrecking ball to the third floor of the Steinherrhof.