Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Chapter 25 (All Falls Down)

Emma's POV

I was afraid of falling over if I stood up. I was so light-headed and dizzy; but, then, Mr. Hollen asked me

to dance. I looked at him, trying to show him that I was now a dizzy light weight, but didn't want to be

rude in front of his grandmother. I recalled, looking at her closer, that she was the same woman I'd

seen at the park who left the newspaper behind.

Mr. Hollen held out his hand and I took it. He led me to a dance floor where over a hundred couples

were dancing as well. He wrapped his arm around my lower back and pulled me closer to him as we

began swaying slowly to the music. I'd never danced like that before so I stepped on his shoes a

couple of times, and the alcohol wasn't helping. I laid my head on his hard chest, saving my balance.

His manly scent tingled in my nostrils as I inhaled deeply. I was so comfortable in his strong arms; I

instantly felt like no one else existed around us. It was just us and the music.

I hugged him tightly.

"Excuse me, may I have this dance with my son?" Mrs. Hollen interrupted.

I pulled away from him. "Of course," I answered, a bit shortly, and allowed her to take my place.

I began to make my way back to the table through the crowd. I passed a couple who were dancing,

and, as I saw my table with Halley and Mr. Hollen's grandmother in sight, I tripped over someone's long

gown and fell to my face. There was laughter mixed with concerned exclamation from the crowd. I tried

to quickly pick myself up but two men rushed over to me and helped me on my feet. Everyone stared.

You could touch my embarrassment with a finger; I felt terrible.

"Emma, are you alright?" Mr. Hollen asked; he was one of the men who picked me up.

"She's with you?" the other man asked him.

"Yeah."

Mr. Hollen took my hand, led me directly to the table and sat me down in a chair.

I buried my face in the palms of my hands as the tears fell. The one thing I didn't want to happen

happened. I'd embarrassed him.

"We're leaving in five," he said then went over and spoke to the other gentleman who'd assisted me.

Halley came over and patted me on my back. "Emma, are you okay?"

My hands didn't leave my face.

"My dear, you're too beautiful to hide your face in this place. Put your hands down," Mr. Hollen's

grandmother said, and she leaned in and removed them.

She smiled at me as I looked over to her.

"Lets get you cleaned up," Halley said and led me to a bathroom. "She likes you," she said to me when

we were inside, "but you had too much wine, Emma; you're wasted."

I leaned against a sink as she wiped my face and retouched my makeup.

She led me back to the table, where Mr. Hollen was waiting. I saw his mother making her way over to

him as we approached.

"Honey, Martin said you're leaving," she said to him.

"Yes, mother."

"But the auction hadn't even started as yet. Why so soon?"

"I'm already exhausted, and I need to take them home."

"You're leaving because of a couple of maids? It's not your fault this one can't handle a glass of wine!"

Her eyes shot to me making me more uncomfortable than I already was.

"Mother, not right now, okay?"

"Well, at least stay for your auction, sweetie. My driver could take them home."

"Mom, they came with me. It's only fair I take them back."

His mother wasn't an easy woman to deal with. She seemed to have Sharon's personality.

I insisted he stay and enjoy his company's auction and his mom's driver could take us home. He gave

in and handed Halley the keys for the house. We made our way out with him right behind us. We got

into an Audi after Mr. Hollen instructed the driver on where to take us.

We arrived at the beach house an hour later.

Halley opened the door and we went upstairs to my bedroom. "How are you feeling?" she asked as I

threw myself onto my bed.

"I feel like I've been hit by a truck. My body hurts from the fall and my head is light from the alcohol."

"Get some rest," she said softly, and moved some hair from around my face. She said goodnight then

went to her own room.

I laid on my bed, still fully dressed, and fell asleep almost instantly.

I awoke to the touch of someone's hand on my back. I turned my head slightly. Straining my eyes

through the darkness of the room, I looked over my shoulder.

This man is going to be the death of me. What is he doing here?

"Mr. Hollen?" I whispered with sleep in my voice.

"Baby, shh. Go back to sleep."

I was too tired to even argue with him. I laid my head on my pillow and drifted back to sleep.

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Sunday morning arrived.

I woke up and noticed that it was just me in the bed. I must have been dreaming about him again. I got

out of be, brushed my teeth, undressed then took a shower. I felt better but was thirsty as hell. When I

finished dressing, I skipped downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water.

"Good morning," Mr. Hollen said as he came into the kitchen.

"Good morning."

"How are you doing?"

"I'm fine."

"I'm holding you to your proposal."

"Huh?"

"We'll spend the day teaching you to swim." Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

I blushed. I had forgotten all about that.

Halley came down and we had breakfast then I went back upstairs and changed into my so-called

swimwear and followed him down to the beach.

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"Keep your hands in front of you," he instructed as he held me in the water to show me how to swim.

I had already made three attempts but failed. He was using an alternative technique for beginners.

"There, you see. You've got it," he cheered as I swam away from him. "Keep your head up Emma!" He

followed right behind, caught me and pulled me into his arms. "There, you're a fast learner."

"Thanks to you."

"I take it you're not mad at me anymore?"

"Hmm. Maybe, maybe not. It doesn't matter; I already made up my mind."

"So have I."

"Oh really?"

"I'm breaking up with her as soon as she gets back."

"No. Don't do that. I realized how selfish I sounded when I told you to break up with her if you want to

be with me. I'm in no position to tell you to leave your fiancee. She's a nice woman; you two make a

great couple. I can't let you do something so awful, especially when she loves you."

"You're really an incredible woman, but you're wrong. I'm not leaving her for you. I'm leaving because

she and I just don't have a connection."

"Stop looking for excuses. Y'all are getting married. You should go through with it; eventually, I'll find

someone else."

My last statement changed the color of his eyes and I panicked. He pulled me even closer to him

causing me to lay firmly against his chest.

"You're mine," he finally spoke.

"Mr. Hollen, I can't. We can't—"

"Emma, Shut up."

His lips crashed down on mine as his hands moved over my body. My legs wrapped around his torso

and I felt his erection hard against my spot. The water was cold but the moment was heated. I gave

into his kiss. He let out a moan and so did I before he stopped.

"Baby, if you continue this we just might attract a shark."

It took me a few to catch what he actually meant. I giggled and slapped his hand. He's so naughty.

"Wanna take a break?"

"Okay."

He carried me out of the water, bridal style, and laid me on the beach rug he brought. He pushed my

hair behind my ear and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"I've fallen for you," he said softly.

"Why me, why not Halley?"

I had no idea why I asked that aloud but it slipped out because it had been on my mind for some time.

He studied my face, his eyebrows arched and his jaw clenched. "Is that a serious question?"

"Yes."

"You can't control who you fall for. I've never developed any romantic feelings for her, and I don't

believe that I would."

"Okay." I was satisfied with his answer. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, baby."

"What's the truth behind the previous maid? The one you said you didn't fire."

He ran his fingers through his straight black hair as he sat up straight, looking at the horizon instead of

me. He seemed emotional.

Maybe they were involved.

"The other maid wasn't a maid at all."

My heart fell. She was your girlfriend?

"She was actually a spy working for one of my competition in the industry. Her mission was to get the

job as a maid in my mansion and, whenever I left documents in my office, she would send the

information to the other companies so they always knew my every move. Then I met Sharon. I invited

her over and she spent the night.

"I left early for work one morning, Sharon woke late and decided to visit me at work. She passed the

office and noticed the maid was inside on my computer and talking on the phone. Sharon told me, but

by the time I got home the maid vanished without a trace. The information on her resume was all false,

including her name. So I've yet to locate her."

I was astonished and speechless. So that's why he's so protective of the office and has cameras in

every important part of his house. Some people could really make it difficult for others' to have an

opportunity.

"I don't know where that rumor came from about us being in a relationship. I guess the press just

needed something to go on."

I felt bad for hating him over a rumor and telling myself he must be screwing all of his maids. "Thanks

for telling me," I said as I leaned against his arm.

He pulled me in for a hug and put a towel over me. We stared at the horizon in silence as the midday

sun shone on.