Free Delicious and Deadly by CC MacKenzie

desk, the laptop, the ergonomic chair. She was typing a piece of writing for someone?
    He frowned when he spotted the bowl of candy, the mug of coffee gone cold.
    No wonder the woman was jittery, she'd too much sugar and caffeine in her system.
    Jeez, the place was a mess, with an inch of dust covering the glass topped tables. Had she always been untidy? Oscar couldn't remember. Surely he should be able to remember? Or had he been too wrapped up in the heat of lust and the flush of true love to see Emma as she really was? Not that it mattered to him if she was messy. Who the hell cared about that?
    Then he admitted that three years ago they hadn't had the chance to get to know one another, not really.
    Oscar made short work of gathering up papers strewn on the coffee table, the floor, and left them on a tidy pile next to her laptop. He picked up candy wrappers, chip packets, a couple of apple cores and dumped them in the bin in the kitchen. He noticed wine remained untouched and there was hardly a dent in the fruit bowl. He washed his hands before moving to the refrigerator. Oscar ensured the staff placed plenty of fresh and nutritious food in the fridges and the cupboards of all the private apartments. Shaking his head, he pulled out a carton of eggs, cheese, sniffed the milk, and began whipping up an omelet. For a moment he stopped, wondered what the hell he was doing?
    He shrugged.
    The least he could do was feed her, and then he'd find out what was going on.
     
     
     
     

Chapter Nine
    Emma closed her eyes as steaming water pounded over her head, digging her nails into her scalp as she shampooed her hair until it was squeaky clean. Seeing Oscar again like that, without any warning, and with everything he'd revealed, had badly shaken her.
     
    Then her mind took her on a roller-coaster ride into the past, to the day they'd first met.
    Since her mother had caused a rift with the family over the sale of The Hall, Emma had travelled alone for the christening of her cousin Bronte's twins, Luca and Sophia. Oscar had been talking to Nico, then he'd turned and those fabulous eyes had met Emma's. And that was it. She'd always believed love at first sight was a myth, something dreamed up by romance writers. He had a face blessed by the gods. McSteamy-style short hair the colour of jet. Tall, dark and handsome. And dressed in a bespoke suit of pale grey that hugged wide shoulders, those long legs, like a lover. He had the most amazing dark eyes, slashing brows and a pale café au lait skin that made her fingertips tingle just to touch. In her dreams Emma's ideal man of the moment had been the delicious Henry Cavill. But the man who was watching, who couldn't take his eyes from hers, made Henry appear pale in comparison.
    Oscar had made a beeline for her, taken her hand.
    And just like that, bye bye, Henry.
    She'd tipped back her head to look up into his eyes, his face, and remembered now the way her heart had fallen. This man was way, way out of her league. Not that Emma herself was a hideous hag or anything like that, but even in vertiginous heels, she was vertically challenged.
    Tiny.
    Little.
    Small.
    Five foot one and three quarter inches.
    Her heart had sank a little further.
    He was too tall.
    Those dark eyes went warm as they looked down into her face.
    He said, "Hi, I'm Oscar."
    Absolutely thrilled by what that deep voice did to her hormones, Emma's brow creased even as she'd smiled.
    "Hi, I'm Emma."
    "Where the hell have you been?"
    Confused, she blinked up into his marvellous face.
    "Sorry, you've lost me."
    His smile showcased white teeth.
    "And I absolutely adore dimples. Where have you been all my life?"
    She couldn't help but smile wider.
    "Seriously? Is that the best you can do?"
    "Trust me, I've never been more serious in my life. I've waited nearly thirty years for you."
    Something like a skittering excitement had run up her spine as his hand had taken hers to his lips and pressed a feather light kiss on her