The Forbidden Throb (Emma and Daniel) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119

Emma POV

sat in the cream colored leather seat, his posture relaxed yet somehow muching va don

tons of his white dress shirt were open, revealing the hollow of his throat and for

his angle, looking down at him from the entrance step, I should have felt some advantage Shetanice Contrah

nstead, my knees went weak.

He tilted his head back to meet my gaze, and the movement made his Adam’s apple shift beneath pale skin.

The reading light above his seat cast shadows along the clean line of his jaw, highlighting the sharp angle where it met his serk

Emma. His voice was low, measured,

My face burned. I’d been standing here staring at him like some kind of fool.

I forced my feet to move, stepping down into the suite proper.

His cologne-mint and citrus-seemed stronger in the enclosed space, making my head spin slightly.

I looked away quickly, pretending to examine the suite’s features. The window overlooking Boston’s nightscape. The cream colored us

would convert to beds. The polished wood accents,

Anything to avoid staring at that open collar, those two undone buttons, the way his shirt pulled slightly across has shoulders

position.

My heart was pounding so hard I was certain he could hear it.

This felt absurdly intimate-like we’d checked into a hotel room together, complete with a double bed and d

The kind of situation that should mean something. That would mean something, in any normal relationsbaji

But Daniel’s expression remained perfectly composed.

I hated how my

moved it

shouldn’t go Hated the flush creeping up my neck. The wat my pake compe

ww he always was And here I was, reading into en godina VIIT

palms against my cont

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What could prostly have generated that much activity in the past half hour?

The message flooded my screen a solid wall of texts, photos, and emop reactions

I died up, trying to find where it started, and felt my face grow hot as I read

Sarah Martinez OM46 fudies look what I captured In Prescott at the gate Those propustiques are (LM LAY

Below the text was a candid photo of Daniel in profile, Isben from across the gate sow The augh

briels was in hand, booking every inch the Harvard professor he was

Professor Laurent Burgh you’re being completely shume less that I barn

Professor Laurent And did you see his handy? surgeon bank s

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I booked back at my phone, at the group that now fall of ph

Denis? My wice came out smaller than intended.

He pulled one earphone aside, turning to face me. His expression was inquiring tot gentle, then gray blue eyes patient.

You’r

I gestured to my phone, trying to keep my voice steady, Professor Laurent and Sarah wanted me to thank you For arranging (he upgrades

They really appreciate it!

A smile ghosted across his lips.

Please tell them it’s my pleasure. Consider it a thanks for looking after our Mrs. Prescott these past few days.

Our Mrs. Prescott

Heat flooded my face instantly, spreading from my cheeks down my neck

The captain’s voice crackled through the speakers, announcing in English and French that we dreas hed cursing it i

The cabin lights dimmed further, leaving only Daniels reading lamp and the suff glow of the beds wheus fighting

Tadies and gentlemen, we’ve reached our cruising altitude Please feel free to red Bone such

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