Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Chapter 21 (Have It Your Way)

Emma's POV

"Ah, Emma is that you?" Agnes asked when she stopped what she was doing to take me in. "Wow, my

child. I always knew you were very beautiful," she added as she wrapped her arms around me.

I wiped a tear of happiness from my eye. I had missed her. I felt kind of guilty for forgetting about her,

but Halley had become nice to me and we were bonding nicely.

"I've missed you at the house. What are you doing here?" I asked breaking from our hug.

"Mr. Hollen called me a few days ago and invited me here to cook while you all are here. Now, get out

of my kitchen. I've got everything under control. Go and enjoy the beach or the front yard."

"I came here because I was hungry."

She opened the oven and took out several large trays. She prepared a plate of pineapple chicken, rice

and peas, potato salad, macaroni pie and a slice of lasagna.

My mouth watered.

"Eat dear," she said as she handed me the plate.

"Thanks, Aggie," I smiled and went outdoors to enjoy my food with nature and the wind.

I had never been so relaxed and carefree. I ate everything on the plate while I enjoyed the sound of the

crashing waves and the birds singing in the trees and the wind moving through the leaves.

I didn't notice Mr. Hollen was there, watching me as he leaned against the frame of the door. "You like it

here?" he asked.

I turned saw him smiling sweetly at me, which made me melt. Gosh, he is so damn handsome! "It's

nice," I answered.

"Yeah, I love it here too."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything, sweetie."

When he called me sweetie, my heart skipped a beat. I had to search my brain for something to ask

him. I just wanted to see his face and hear his voice some more. I wanted to ask him about what he did

with me in my room back at the house, and about Sharon, and, now, about Agnes. All those things I

could have asked, but I looking deep in his eyes all I could thing to ask was, "Can you teach me to

swim?" Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

He gave a light chuckle and walked towards me. "Sure, I can teach you." He put some of my hair

behind my ear and looked me straight in my eyes.

I was lost in his, so grey and judging.

"When do you want to start?"

"How about," I paused with a smile, "right now?"

He smiled back. "Okay, I'll get changed."

Damn it Emma, you didn't bring a bikini. I slapped myself mentally. I ran back inside, putting my plate in

the sink and rushing upstairs to my luggage. I didn't have anything that could have at least worked as a

bikini or a swimsuit. Halley had only packed one for herself; I couldn't borrow her only swimwear, and I

didn't want to go out to buy one because we wouldn't have the time for the swimming lesson again.

Then my eyes fell on an underwear set I bought while shopping with Halley. She'd persuaded me to

buy it and it was in my favorite color, black. It was pretty, too pretty for the beach, but I didn't have a

choice since I wanted a swimming lesson from Mr. Hollen. I put it on and headed to the beach to wait

for him there. I didn't want anyone getting any ideas about us.

He came five minutes later, carrying a picnic basket, a large beach rug and floats. I laughed at the

floats. Am I a kid now?

"You ready?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Wait for me!"

I turned around and saw Halley running.

She ran up to us, short of breath. "I wanna join you too. You two left without me," she pouted.

Obviously.

"Sorry, Halley," said Mr. Hollen.

My smile faded. Halley just invaded our space. I wanted him to myself, and I wanted us to be by

ourselves without a third party. Though it may sound selfish, because he brought the two of us, I was

really attracted to him regardless of his 'name' and his fiancee.

"Um, I don't feel well all of a sudden. I think I ate too much," I lied, holding my stomach.

"Are you alright?" Mr. Hollen with concern.

"Yeah, I'll be okay. I think I just need to lie down," I said and started for the house.

I assumed Halley would follow but I was wrong. She stayed behind and so did he. I watched them from

my bedroom window. She was squealing at the waves as she played in the water like a damn child. I

cursed her in my mind. She then started to do some exercises on the sand, bending over backwards

and forward in a skimpy bikini. All the while, Mr. Hollen was lying on the sand, taking in the warmth of

the sun and the atmosphere with his eyes closed.

I lie on my bed, reading one of the books I had taken with me. A knock came at my door.

"Come in," I said as I put the book underneath my pillow.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Mr. Hollen asked as he sat down on my bed.

What's he doing in my room? I was just looking out the window and he was laying on the sand.

"I'm better. I guess, I just needed to lay down for a bit," I lied.

I believe that was my second lie to him... or maybe my third. I had to keep track because I knew I would

confess to them all one day. I rolled to my side. His eyes darted on me.

"What?" I asked. "You've never seen me before?"

"You're so beautiful I just can't take my eyes off you."

I was still in beach clothing with my so-called bikini underneath. I started feeling hot, like really hot. I

couldn't understand why I feeling this way. I got up and ran to my bathroom and undid my clothes.

"Emma, are you alright?"

I checked my private area and I was wet, like what happened to me when he kissed me in my room

back at the mansion. But he wasn't kissing me now so what was my kitty's problem?

"Emma!" he called again.

I went to lock the bathroom, just as I did I tripped over the pair of shoes I brought along for the auction.

I picked myself up but felt my body being raised and set down on the bathtub.

"Emma, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Um," his face lit up but he was flushing. "Emma, what happened to your clothes?"

"Oh shi--" I panicked as I covered myself with my hands. I had taken off my clothes to check myself

and wipe, and hadn't put them back on.

He was staring at the improvised bikini then he bit his bottom lip. He moved closer to me and pulled me

up onto his hard chest. He slowly started to run kisses down my neck as his hands move to my butt. He

grabbed it, causing a heated breath to escape my from my mouth. He calmly parted my lips with his

tongue and kissed me passionately. I stood still, afraid to react. Afraid that this would escalate to

something we both may regret later on. But everything felt so good, and I wanted him. I finally flicked

my tongue a bit and responded to his, though I had no idea what the hell I was doing. He let out a soft

moan as if he was enjoying it.

"Baby," he whispered as the kiss deepened even more.

I was losing myself in him. I shivered in his strong arms. His hands traveled down to me, touching me. I

felt my bikini being parted to the side and his hand covered me. He circled gently and I shivered some

more. I left out a moan as his index finger went to play.

"You're so wet," he whispered, his minty breath in my ear.

I threw my head back as his mouth traveled down my body and he began to have me.

A knock came at my door, stopping everything we were doing and what we were about to do next. He

seemed startled for a bit by the unwelcoming and untimely knock.

The knock came again.

"Coming," I yelled from the bathroom. "Hide," I told him as I wrapped myself with a towel and went

towards the door.

"Have you seen my husband?" Sharon asked as she barged into my room when I opened the door.

What the hell is she doing here?