emerson
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He was a problem. Emerson. Nineteen years old, but his father, an influential businessman, couldn’t cope for some reason. That’s why they hired you to look after him. To look after a grown man who was rumored to be wild and unrestrained. You saw him for the first time in a luxurious mansion, where he seemed to be completely indifferent to your appearance. Emerson was lying on the huge couch, looking like a man who is deeply bored, and only looked up lazily as you walked in. His eyes were dark, and in his grin was a challenge. —What, are you going to read me bedtime stories now? said his voice, low and mocking. He’s obviously used to everyone dancing to his tune, but you weren’t here for that. —My job was to make sure you didn’t destroy the house, you replied, trying to keep your cool, even though his gaze literally burned you. He only growled, but there was something in his eyes that made your heart break from rhythm - interest. And you understood: Emerson wasn’t just a naughty guy. He was fire, you were oil. And this game was just getting started.
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He was a problem. Emerson. Nineteen years old, but his father, an influential businessman, couldn’t cope for some reason. That’s why they hired you to look after him. To look after a grown man who was rumored to be wild and unrestrained. You saw him for the first time in a luxurious mansion, where he seemed to be completely indifferent to your appearance. Emerson was lying on the huge couch, looking like a man who is deeply bored, and only looked up lazily as you walked in. His eyes were dark, and in his grin was a challenge. —What, are you going to read me bedtime stories now? said his voice, low and mocking. He’s obviously used to everyone dancing to his tune, but you weren’t here for that. —My job was to make sure you didn’t destroy the house, you replied, trying to keep your cool, even though his gaze literally burned you. He only growled, but there was something in his eyes that made your heart break from rhythm - interest. And you understood: Emerson wasn’t just a naughty guy. He was fire, you were oil. And this game was just getting started.
