#its like- Sir this is a Swap Meet not a target just buy your thing and go-

[marathedemonoverlord]

Anyone else playing with the Lowkey Headcanon that as soon as Barbatos saw MC and Luke he was like "Oh THERES my spouse and child"- MF acting like a Dad who just spotted his wife/husband with their child across the Swap Meet after looking at argyle socks for 30 min-

I feel like it's not a stretch that Barbatos instantly claims people as his family members whether they know it or not.. (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

[dassala]

The Way She Moves

Newly Remastered for #CSRomCom18 - Please note I am editing this as I go, so the version on AO3 does not necessarily match. I’m going to swap out those chapters when I’m done. If you like it, please reblog it! Reblogs help authors reach a broader audience!

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Emma Swan is a lost girl, who made her way to Hollywood Boulevard on a quest to make something of herself. One fateful night on the job, she meets a handsome stranger in a fancy car. Giving directions leads to so much more.

A Pretty Woman AU - Rated E for Explicit - Chapter 4 (1, 2, 3, 5)

Emma fidgeted nervously with the hem of her dress as they stood in the lobby of a very fancy-looking boutique, not unlike the one she had been ousted from earlier in the week. Killian was looking down at his phone, thumbs moving quickly to answer emails or texts or whatever it was he did on that thing. A handsome young man approached with a grin, offering a hand out to Killian, who glanced up and took it, shaking it firmly.

“Good afternoon,” the man said, shaking Killian’s hand firmly before he moved to offer his hand to Emma, “my name is David Nolan, and I’m the manager of this establishment. I understand you were looking to speak to me?”

Killian smiled, tucking his phone into his suit pocket. “Yes, sir. My name is Killian Jones. This is my lovely companion Emma Swan. Miss Swan is visiting me and has had the most unfortunate accident with her luggage.”

Emma glanced sidelong at Killian, watching him make up the story on the spot. She smirked slightly and shifted her weight on her heels.

“She is in need of a wardrobe for a few events whilst here in town. Can you be of assistance, Mr. Nolan? Money is, of course, absolutely no object when it comes to my Swan.”

A shiver ran down Emma’s spine as Killian placed a hand low on her back. His Swan. She wondered how much of that sentiment was the story and how much of it was true. She forced a smile and nodded to Mr. Nolan, whose eyes widened slightly at the mention of money.

“You have come to absolutely the right place, Mr. Jones,” David extended his arm to Emma. “Let me show you to my wife and in-house stylist, Mary Margaret. Mr. Jones, will you be joining us?”

“I have some business to attend to,” he pulled out a business card and handed it over to Mr. Nolan, along with a black credit card. “Please call me if you have any trouble with the credit card. I highly doubt it, though.”

Taking the credit card, Mr. Nolan gave a grin and a nod. “Oh we will most certainly help Miss Swan find everything she needs.”

“Excellent,” Killian leaned in and gave Emma a kiss on the cheek. “Be good. Have fun.”

Emma simply nodded with a smile as Mr. Nolan pulled her away toward a table to begin the process of buying an entire new wardrobe.

Emma leaned back against the hard wooden dining room chair as she waited, fluffing her hair a little bit more and glancing at the digital clock on the stove in the kitchen. It was 8:45, and Killian still had not made it back from the office. She was nearly ready to give up on the whole idea when she heard the faint ‘beep’ of the elevator approaching. Kicking her long, bare legs up onto the edge of the table, she leaned back comfortably and waited.

He looked exhausted. His hair was slightly askew, his brow furrowed as he stared down into the phone in his hand. He had barely loosened his tie, but otherwise was completely buttoned up, vest and all.

“How was your day, Dear?” She asked.

He moved to tuck the phone into his pocket and looked up. His expression fell and his hand missed its target, his phone clambering to the floor.

In a wash of warm candlelight, Emma was almost completely nude. Her long golden locks spilled slightly over her shoulders, legs kicked up onto the dining table, crossed one over the other. The only scrap of clothing she wore was a red leather jacket, a soft lambskin one which was definitely an upgrade from the pleather thing she had been wearing when she met him. It just barely covered her breasts, the soft lining inside warm on her nipples. From the angle he stood, Emma was quite sure he had a very nice view of her ass, rounded and supple and ready for him in every way. She hated to admit that the mere sight of Killian made warmth pool within her hips. Her body was positively begging for him.

“Stressful?” Emma asked, raising an eyebrow. The reaction was what she had hoped it would be. Biting down on her lip, she lifted her hands and crooked a finger at the wealthy businessman before her, who seemed to be melting into some sort of trembling mess.

Killian nodded slowly, his eyes transfixed upon her nearly-nude body. He stepped forward, dropping his briefcase and beginning to shed his suit jacket.

“Do you like the jacket? I thought I’d upgrade,” she smiled brightly, uncrossing her legs and letting her feet find the floor. She stood slowly and moved toward him. She felt her breasts move in their natural sway as she strode in his direction. Reaching up, she tugged at his tie, removing it slowly.

“I think the jacket is my favorite of your purchases. I don’t even need to see the rest, Love,” he muttered, reaching out to slide his hands over her hips. He leaned in, lips parting, eyes heavy-lidded with want.

Emma quickly turned her head, swallowing hard. She closed her eyes, allowing his lips to find her cheek. She felt him awkwardly pause, then trail kisses down the side of her neck.

“Well, I got quite a lot of good stuff,” she muttered, her fingers finding the hair at the back of his neck. She wound the strands around her fingers, her nails scraping ever-so-slightly at the lowest part of his scalp. “I thought I should say ‘thank you’.”

Chuckling softly, his hands found their way up her sides and he palmed her breasts, rocking his hips forward against hers. “You are very welcome,” he smirked and shifted his weight to slide off his shiny black leather shoes.

Licking her lips slowly, Emma breathed against Killian’s ear. “So what’ll it be, Mister Jones?” She flicked her tongue against his earlobe. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” he whispered in return, his eyes darkened with lust. “Leave the jacket on.”

“I seem to have found a weakness…” she giggled and tugged at his belt, pulling it open and whipping it aside.

“You are my weakness, Swan,” he muttered against the crook of her neck, placing kisses against her skin.

Emma blushed, not sure how to handle such a compliment. She was sure it was merely bedroom talk. With a firm tug, she pulled open his vest, buttons flying across the room. She laughed softly and slid her fingers into his warm, soft chest hair, dragging her hands slowly down over his taut torso. “I want to taste you,” she whispered against his ear. He seemed to shiver at the thought, and Emma bent, finding a comfortable spot on her knees in the plush carpet. Her hands slid over the now-tented dress slacks he wore, teasing and circling his erection with a wicked smirk.

Killian’s eyes closed as she teased him, and he laughed softly. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, his toes curling in anticipation. He slid his fingers into her soft hair, pushing it back from her face as he watched her undress him, then slide the head of his cock in between her beautiful pink lips. “Emma…” he moaned lowly.

Emma pulled her lips back and released him with a loud ‘pop’, her eyes focused up on him from her position on the floor. Her tongue slowly circled his girth, wetting his member from top to bottom. One hand settled on his balls as she leaned forward and enveloped his length completely, pushing him deep inside the back of her throat.

He drew in a sharp breath, letting his head fall back to stare at the ceiling. When she was able, she emitted a low moan, the vibration of her lips bound to drive him wild. She gripped his backside with one hand, pushing his hips into her face. She knew he would never force her into anything she couldn’t handle, so for that particular kindness, she pushed her abilities to the limit. His fingers wound into her long, blonde locks, and she gazed up at him with each second that she devoured his incredible cock. With the tightening of his muscles, she knew he was upon his edge. Pushing his length deep into her throat, she relished the way he gasped in tiny breaths before he came. He cried out loudly and held her close, pumping his hot seed down her throat. He released his grip on Emma quickly after his orgasm, wanting to be sure she would not choke on him any more than she felt was comfortable.

Emma took a deep breath once she was released, cleaning him with her lips and tongue. She made sure to swallow every last drop of his essence, watching him from her knees. With a blush in her cheeks and slightly watery eyes, she pushed her hair back from her face and smirked, watching him stare at her in wonder. He reached forward and brushed her cheek with his fingertips.

“Are you alright, Love?” He asked, pulling her close to him. “Can I get you anything?”

“I’m perfect, Killian,” she laughed, shaking her head. “Don’t seem so concerned.”

He chuckled softly and scooped her up into his arms, kicking away his pants before carrying her toward the bed. “When a lady does a favor, its best to care for her after…”

Emma bit down on her lower lip. “You’re the most polite man I’ve ever met.”

He placed her carefully on the bed and laid down beside her, something changing in his expression when she spoke. He slid a hand onto her backside, cupping the soft curve of it against his palm.

“How did you end up doing this?” He asked finally. She knew the question would be coming her way eventually. She was really surprised it had taken so long.

“I grew up in the foster system. My parents dropped me on the side of the road when I was a baby. When I turned sixteen, I ran away from my last group home and I got together with this…total loser. He taught me how to steal things. We lived in dirty hotel rooms and squatted in abandoned apartments for a while. Maybe...two years? Then I got pregnant.”

Both of Killian’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Pregnant? You have a child?”

Emma shook her head. “When he found out, he took off. Didn’t want the responsibility, you know? I went to a shelter and tried to get my life in order for the kid’s sake. But I ended up losing the baby, anyway. So I ran as far away from Boston as I could get. First day here, I met Ruby. She turned tricks on Hollywood Boulevard and made it sound easy.”

He frowned and brushed some hair from her eyes. “How long ago was that?”

Glancing up at him, Emma cleared her throat. “About six months ago? I moved in with her and tried some other jobs first. I parked cars and waited tables. My first night on the Boulevard was…three weeks ago. I got picked up, taken to some crummy roach motel, and…I cried the whole time.”

She was sure he could see regret in her eyes. Killian took in a deep breath and brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek. “No crying anymore.”

Emma didn’t know if he meant it as a command or as an observation, so she shrugged and smirked. “A girl could hardly be sad with you, Mr. Jones.”

“I certainly would not want to disappoint you,” he smiled, grasping her leg and lifting it up over his hip. He slid a hand down between her thighs, stroking her lust-flooded center with his thick fingers. Emma hissed and moaned, looking directly into his eyes. His gaze darkened with lust, and she knew he was pleased at just how wet she was. “I doubt you ever could,” she grinned and giggled as they began round two of what was sure to be a night of surprises.

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A cool breeze swept through the trees surrounding the playing fields. Emma took Killian’s hand as she stepped out of the black limousine which carried them out to the Polo club. A floral, long-sleeved mini dress capped with a wide-brimmed white hat made sure that she now blended seamlessly into the crowd. She wobbled slightly on her heels as they made their way through a gravel drive, making a note to wear flats, should she ever find herself in a similar situation again.

“Mr. Jones!” A man hurried toward them. Killian extended a hand and greeted the man with a smile.

“Mr. French, it’s nice to see you again,” he grinned broadly and gave a tip of his hand toward Emma. “This is my friend Emma Swan. Emma, this is Moe French, and he was kind enough to handle all of our arrangements for the match.”

Emma offered her hand to Mr. French, who shook it with a firm grip. “It’s so nice to meet you, Mr. French. Thank you for your hard work.”

“No problem at all, my dear! Please, come to the tent and let me know if everything is to your liking,” he ushered the pair toward a large white tent and pulled back a flap for them to enter. Once her eyes adjusted to the dim light beneath the canopy, Emma gasped slightly. The room was filled with round tables topped with gorgeous centerpieces of flowers in pinks and yellows. The North side of the tent was open to the field, giving anyone inside a perfect view of the match.

“Oh my Goodness,” she whispered, looking around. There were several bars and buffet tables set up around the perimeter of the tent.

“Do you approve, Miss Swan?” Mr. French asked. Killian stepped away from her for a moment to speak to a caterer about the dining options.

“It’s beautiful,” she beamed to the man, “but I’m hardly the person to ask. Killian paid for it, I believe.”

“Ah, yes, but he wanted to make sure you were satisfied,” he nodded and grinned. “If you have any questions, I’ll be in the next building over, dealing with the ice sculpture.”

As she leaned over to smell one of the lovely floral arrangements, she heard a voice from the entrance.

“Killian Jones, how the hell are ya?” A man asked, stepping into the room. Emma turned to see a man with salt and pepper hair, a hint of a moustache, and one of the cheesiest grins she had ever seen. At the man’s side was a proper-looking woman with chocolate skin and elegant features. She was petite and slim, her curves hugged in a tight-fitting red Herve Leger bandage dress. As Emma stood her ground, she noticed several others filing into the tent and swarming the bar.

“Emma,” Killian gave a small gesture with his hand, beckoning her to him. She smiled and moved to his side, where he slid his arm around her waist. “Emma, this is my attorney, Neal Cassidy and his lovely wife Tamara. Neal, this is my friend Emma Swan.”

“Wow, you did well this time,” Neal snickered, taking Emma’s hand and kissing the back of it. “It’s a pleasure, Miss Swan.”

“Very nice to meet you,” she nodded and smiled, putting off an eerie feeling about Mr. Cassidy. She smiled as well at Tamara, who gave a curt nod and turned to find the bar. Emma excused herself while the two men talked shop.

As she strolled through the tent, Emma stopped and admired a few of the napkins on the buffet table. She traced the ‘Jones Enterprises’ logo with her finger, feeling a little sad now that she knew the company had recently undergone rebranding from ‘Jones Brothers Enterprises’. A couple of women sat at a table nearby, tittering with the latest gossip.

“Did you see the blonde he brought with him?” One of the women asked. She was a redhead with a large green gem dangling from her neck. Emma knew from the kind of money that tended to be thrown around in these crowds that the gem was likely a very expensive emerald.

“Yeah, flavor of the month,” the other woman giggled, tipping her martini up to her lips. “Typical Killian Jones. I’m sure she’s positively gagging for the cash.”

Unable to control herself, Emma’s gaze narrowed. She moved closer to the table and gave a smile. “Are you ladies enjoying yourself?”

A look of shock crossed the redhead’s features. She hid a smirk and nodded quickly. “Oh of course, darling…”

“Fantastic. And I’m not gagging for the cash. In fact, I’m just using him for his huge cock. Have fun, girls!” Turning, Emma stalked out of the tent, leaving both women in complete shock.

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“Listen, Killian, we gotta close this deal as soon as we can, okay?” Neal lit up a cigarette and blew the smoke to the side. He shook his head. “Old man Gold is gettin’ itchy, and he’s hiring some new legal firepower.”

“I’m working on it,” Killian sighed, fanning the smoke away from himself. He dusted some dirt from his pant leg and took a step back from his associate. “That’s one of the reasons we’re here, sponsoring this event.”

“I don’t know why we don’t just throw this money into the deal instead of wining and dining everyone,” Neal waved his cigarette around a bit more and tapped some ash down onto the ground.

“It takes tact, Mate. That’s why I do this bit, and you handle the paperwork,” glancing around the tent, Killian frowned. “Did you see where Emma got to?”

“Nah,” Neal shrugged, “But did you see those Oz girls?” He whistled low and made a clicking sound with his tongue.

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Having wandered away from the tent, Emma was still kicking herself for having made such an insensitive comment. She knew it was inappropriate to talk about Killian like that, but why did people have to be so rude anyway? She paused and leaned against a fence, staring out over the field.

“Emma?” A voice asked. Breaking herself from her reverie, she glanced up to see one of the players making his way over toward her on horseback. She stood a bit taller and smiled when she realized who it was.

“August,” she grinned. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

With a chuckle, August removed his helmet and climbed down off of his horse. The team was just warming up, so his uniform was still clean and pressed. “Your boyfriend did.”

“Ah,” Emma blushed and moved her sunglasses up onto her hat. “Well, he doesn’t tell me much.”

Frowning, August shook his head. “Shame. I can see you’re quite smart. Maybe you could help him on some of these business deals of his.”

Avoiding going any further into the subject, Emma nodded toward the beautiful stallion in front of her. “Is this your horse?”

“Yes!” He grinned and patted the chestnut-colored horse. “This is Hermes. Would you like to pet him?” He brought the horse closer to the fence.

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Stepping out into the sun, Killian glanced around, lowering his wayfarers over his eyes. After a moment, he paused, watching Emma petting the horse of one of the polo players.

“Dude,” Neal said, ducking out of the tent next to him, stomping his cigarette into the pristine grass, “is that guy after your girl?”

Killian shook his head and smirked. “No, no. They’ve met before. That’s August Gold,” Killian gestured toward the young man. “He’s the heir to Gold Industries. They met at dinner the other evening.”

There was a long silence. Emma’s laughter echoed as the horse nuzzled up against her. Neal finally spoke, “Where’d you say you met her?”

Taking in a deep breath, Killian cleared his throat. “At a party,” he said casually, tucking his hands into his pockets.

“What party? What’s she do?” Neal stepped forward and turned to face his associate. “She just showed up right when you started working on this deal?”

“Just a party, Mate,” Killian rolled his eyes. “And…she’s in sales.”

“What does she sell?”

“What does it matter, Cassidy?” Killian’s voice was a little more edgy than it had been earlier in the day. “Why do you care?”

“I’m just saying it’s a little suspicious. She looks chummy with Gold. What if she’s…y’know, working for them? Trying to get into your pants to knock you off of your game?” Neal’s narrowed gaze showed how serious he was about the idea. Killian stifled a laugh.

“She’s not an industrial spy,” he smirked. “Trust me.”

“You act like you don’t know a damn thing about her, though,” Neal shoved his hands into his pockets, clicking his tongue obnoxiously. “I’m just sayin’…”

“Oh my God, Cassidy, she’s a hooker,” the Englishman blurted, rolling his eyes. “Okay? She’s a hooker. I hired her for the week. I met her on Hollywood Boulevard. In your car.”

The attorney paused and stared at him, moving in closer. “Are you for real, Jones?”

Killian laughed and nodded. “Yes, I’m serious.” He patted his associate on the shoulder and turned to head back inside the tent, shaking his head.

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“Good luck out there,” Emma beamed and gestured to the field. “I don’t know much about Polo, but I’ll root for your team.”

“Good to know I have a cheerleader,” August replied with a wink. He climbed back into the saddle and took off, leaving Emma at the fence, waving.

Neal strolled slowly over toward Emma, licking his lips. “Having fun?” He asked with a smirk.

Emma jumped slightly and laughed, nodding. “Yes! Gosh, you scared me. Are you enjoying yourself, too?”

Shrugging, Neal pushed his sunglasses up onto his head and leaned his back against the fence, his head turned toward Emma. “It’s all the same to me. Same parties; same people. But it must be all new to you.”

Nodding, she shifted her weight from one hip to the other. “Yes, everyone is a stranger to me. But Killian has been great with introducing me to everyone.” Whistles blew as the players moved into formation, waiting for the match to begin. “Should we move back into the tent? Get out of this sun?” She started back in the direction of the party.

“Big change from Hollywood Boulevard, hm?” Neal’s eyebrow raised slowly as he wantonly dragged his gaze down, then back up her body.

Emma’s jaw clenched. She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him. Suddenly uncomfortable, she crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. “I don’t know what you mean.”

He laughed and leaned in a bit closer to her. “C’mon, you know what I mean. This isn’t your thing. You do most of your best work on your knees, I wager. Killian wouldn’t have kept you around all week if you didn’t.”

She remained silent, toeing the ground with her suede sandal. Her head was spinning. She honestly thought Killian would have kept her real occupation to himself. After everything, she must have been wrong about him. He really was just a creep like the rest of them.

“Well, listen,” Neal said, pushing away from the fence and moving closer to her. He dragged a finger down the side of her arm. Emma turned her head away at the putrid scent of cigarettes and whiskey. “After he leaves town, let’s get together. I’m interested in seeing what you can do.”

Her stomach churning at the idea of this horrid man treating her like a piece of meat, Emma simply nodded. She suddenly sympathized with Tamara, and understood her cold demeanor. The poor woman was married to a terrible slime ball.

“Or, um,” Neal glanced at the tent, then looked around for a moment, “I have a hundred bucks in my wallet. Why don’t we go up to the clubhouse and I’ll lay your sweet ass out, hm?” Emma jumped as his hand found her backside with a sharp smack.

“No,” Emma protested, stepping away. “I’m...I deal with one client at a time. I’m...I’m with Killian right now.”

“Too bad,” Neal turned and walked back toward the tent, lighting up another cigarette. He paused near the entrance and glanced back at her, reaching down to adjust himself in his pants. “Woulda been a good time.”

Emma shivered, despite the heat of the day, and glanced around. No one had seen their encounter; for which she was grateful. It took her a few minutes to compose herself before she made her way slowly back into the tent, stopping at the bar for a martini on the way.

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“You were awfully quiet at the match, Love,” Killian said once they were seated inside the limousine. He reached over and placed a hand on her thigh. She jumped slightly at his touch, fighting away a wave of nausea at the thought of what happened outside the tent.

Emma offered a smile. “I don’t really know anything about polo, to be perfectly honest.”

“Well then, I hope you learned something while watching,” taking out his phone, Killian flipped through a few emails and text messages. Emma turned to gaze out her window. Her blood was boiling with rage. Everything told her to run away from the situation as fast as she could. The last thing she needed was Killian handing her off to his sleazy friends.

The thick silence between the pair remained until Emma stalked off of the elevator and made her way toward the suite’s bathroom.

“Are you alright, Swan?” Killian asked, tugging at his tie. He frowned, following her slowly.

“No,” Emma answered honestly. She grabbed her things, shoving them into the ripped black purse with which she had arrived. Turning, she grabbed her busted boots from the floor. “I think…I think I’ve been here too long. It’s time to go. I want my money.” She averted her eyes.

Pausing, Killian stared at the beautiful blonde in front of him. She was angry, but he could hardly know why. Emma was just too frustrated to form words about the situation without bursting into tears. Stepping forward, he reached out to touch her cheek, but she turned away.

“Just…give me the money for the first night, and I’ll go,” she finally looked up at him, tears welling up in her eyes.

“What did I do?” He asked quietly, stepping closer once more. She backed away from him, clutching her bag to her chest.

“I didn’t come here to be pimped out to your friends,” she finally said, wiping angrily at tears on her face. “I say who, I say when, I say how much.”

His jaw dropping slightly, Killian’s expression revealed the moment he came to a realization about what had happened. “Emma, I…I only told him about you because he thought you were some kind of spy working for Gold. He thought you were cavorting with August.”

“I don’t care,” she clenched her teeth. “If you were going to let your friends try to pick me up, I’d rather be in my street clothes. I can handle them, then. It’s like my armor.” For emphasis, she shrugged the battered pleather jacket onto her shoulders. It was a cheap contrast to her expensive, summery dress.

“The last thing I wanted was for Cassidy to try and pick you up. And if that’s armor, it’s pretty poor, Love. Hardly covers much at all,” he smirked. She was not interested in a joke. Turning, he sighed and moved to a small safe near the bar. He opened it and took out a handful of bills, tossing them onto the sofa next to her. “Just promise me you’ll take care of yourself.”

When she saw the money hit the sofa, it was like a stab to the chest. Hearing his caring words made it worse. She felt as if he was twisting the knife. What did he care? Holding her bag more tightly, she ran toward the elevator.

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Closing the safe, he heard Emma’s heels clicking on the marble floor as she took off. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It was fairly common knowledge that Neal Cassidy was a jerk; he had just never experienced it first-hand. Now, he knew exactly who it was he had hired as an attorney. The real question was: why did Emma’s departure leave him feeling empty inside? He turned back to see if she was gone. He had not heard the elevator, but she was nowhere in sight. The money, however, all of it, was still on the couch. Glancing up, he moved toward the elevator bank, where he watched her furiously pound the ‘down’ button on the elevator. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and approached slowly.

“Emma, I’m sorry,” he sighed. “Please, stay.”

She did not turn to look at him. A tear streamed down her cheek. “You hurt me,” she whispered.

“I promise I will never, ever hurt you again. And I want to make this right, please,” he pleaded, keeping his distance but maintaining his gaze. “Please stay for the rest of the week with me. You can go if you wish, but…I would very much like the pleasure of your company.”

The elevator doors opened. Emma stared into the small, empty cubicle. She took in a deep breath, then turned to face Killian. He could see the hurt behind her eyes. Their color was much duller than usual. With a slow nod, she let the elevator doors close and turned back to him. She bit down on her lower lip and stepped back into the living area of the suite.