The Carrero Influence - Redefining Rules: Jake and Emma novel - Chapter 120

---- Chapter 61 "Come on, miele ... We're going to be late." Jake is harassing me from outside the bathroom door. It's been a day of lazing in bed, food, and movies, but now he's rushing me to get dressed up to meet friends for his brother's birthday. The plan is to all meet up at a nightclub called Top of the Standard. Apparently one of the most exclusive clubs you can find in New York city.

It didn't take much for Jake to swing entry for two dozen of Arrick's friends and closest family members. "Well, seeing as you gave me zero warning, I'm doing the best I can." I pout, finally emerging in a black, strapless cocktail dress that is tight and short, gold high heels, and a gold clutch, I've made up my face with nude lips and a smoky dark eye shadow that Leila showed me a few weeks back on the boat. My hair is its usual loose, tousled waves in a side parting.

"Wow, si é@ assolutamente sorprendente , bambina." He exclaims , the look on his face telling me that it's most definitely a compliment. He swoops down to kiss me hard, taking my breath away. "Maybe being late will be worth it." He smirks, tracing a finger down from shoulder to cleavage diagonally and moving a little too close. "Oh no you don't." I slap his hand away sassily.

"I did ---- not rush this kind of perfection to have you mess it all up with a quickie." I put my hands on my hips as he sighs off the lust. He relents, his eyes still devouring me. "Only because Arrick has text me twenty times already , that's the only reason I'm not bending you over the bed right now." He throws me a hot Casanova smile and I get that annoyingly predictable internal flutter of heat. Really? Weeks together and I still cannot control the urge to jump his bones.

He's in his trademark black shirt and leather jacket, only this time with black tailored trousers and black shoes. He looks every bit the billionaire playboy tonight, his hair spiked to the center and his designer stubble trimmed to perfection . He smells amazing . "You look sexy." I grin as he pulls up the dark gray jacket from the bed and helps me ease into it. It's calf length and made of expensive wool and has the most flattering, fitted shape.