To Color Your Life

It was the strangest first visit to someone's home in Emily's life. She had not yet taken a good look at the decor, and her bare back and butt already knew several comfortable places where she could lie, lean back and sit. And do something else.

God, this is not a man, but a real tornado, from whose insane whirlwind it is impossible to hide! She thought, examining her swollen lips in the bathroom mirror.

"Did you find something interesting there?" Evans's hands closed around her waist, and the man's naked torso pressed against her equally bare back.

"You bit me!" She cast an indignant glance at the boss's reflection.

"Just a little bit. Actually, you bit me first." Justin chuckled, leaning over to her ear, which sent a wave of goosebumps. They, like a flock of dolphins, swam from the top of their heads down their backs to where the man's thighs were close to Emily.

"Are you going to do it again?" gasped the girl.

"Honey, I'm not that kind of monster, but it works independently of me. Don't worry, this thing downstairs can wait. I'll feed you first, and then we'll continue where we left off," Evans nibbled gently at her ear. "You can wear my T-shirt. It will be more convenient this way. I'll be undressing you again soon anyway."

"Pervert," Emily snorted into the boss's back with a smile. Now she was finally able to shower and eat. Yes, she definitely wanted to eat.

Justin promised to cook something himself. Let's put his culinary skills to the test.

Emily spun in front of the mirror. And why is there a full-length mirror in the bathroom?

A strange idea came to mind. The girl giggled. Somehow, it was easy to imagine the boss in Adam's clothes in front of this mirror.

Oh, yes, I'm handsome! She imagined Justin admiring his reflection after a shower.

"Shameless, what to take from him," Emily sighed and turned on the hot water.

The boss's apartment was spacious and cozy at the same time. There was little furniture, which created the feeling of free space, but the rooms did not resemble hotel rooms. One could feel some invisible comfort that happens when a place is treated like a home. Or when a woman puts her hand to caring for a home.

How many women have been here before her?

Emily slapped her cheeks. No, Hayes, such thoughts will not lead to anything good. Everyone has a past.

She pulled down the hem of her shirt, which was downright useless. Justin seemed to deliberately choose one that barely covered her buttocks. Although Emily was confident, given the man's height, he had much bigger T-shirts.

She moved from one room to another. Hall, living room, study, bedroom, kitchen. The enticing smell of pastries and something else could already be felt from the kitchen. Something else which was very familiar.

The boss hummed some melody, quite loudly. Apparently, he wanted to surprise the only listener with his vocal talent. But Emily was laughing at it.

Evans was wonderful in many ways. But vocals were definitely not his forte. In this regard, they would have made a great duet. You can walk at night and scare stray dogs with such singing.

"Emy, what are you going to drink? Tea, coffee, apple juice?" Justin loudly asked her from the kitchen.

"Juice would be nice!" the girl answered and stopped in front of another room, the door to which was closed.

Curiosity beckoned her to look inside. But wouldn't that be arrogance? She is already wandering around the boss's house without asking.

On the other hand, she was not forbidden to do so.

The girl put her hand on the handle and turned it. The door clicked.

"Oh, there you are! I thought you were hanging out in the library." Justin appeared behind her and deftly grabbed the girl's hand, slamming the door of the room with his other hand.

"It's better not to look in there. It's a total mess. I don't want to blush in front of you," the man laughed and turned the lock on the handle.

"Sorry if I got in where I'm not supposed to be," Emily was embarrassed. Damn, I knew that I shouldn't wander around the apartment without asking!

"Everything is fine. I don't want to spoil my impeccable image with scattered clothes and dirty socks."

"Sounds like you've turned the whole room into the laundry basket," she chuckled.

Justin's reaction was a little odd. Even stranger was the fact what Emily had time to make out through the narrow crack before the man slammed the door.

It is wasn't certain now whether there was dirty clothes there, but the presence of toys and the crib was unambiguous. The locked room was nothing more than a child's room.

But whose?

"Have you seen the study?" he asked.

"Ah, y-yes, I dropped by." Emily was confused for a moment. The thought of an empty child's room confused her. "Do you live here alone?"

"No," Justin replied and immediately added, "With a cat."

"With a cat?!"

How is this possible? She began to look around in search of purring living creatures, the presence of which had not been noticed before. If there was a cat here, why hadn't her eyes started to water and her nose hadn't become scratchy?!

Anyone who is allergic to cats will understand her confusion very well.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to him." Justin grabbed the girl by the arm and led her into the office. "This is Bob. Bob, this is Emily. He says "Meow, you're pretty." You're cute too, Bob. She likes you. She's just shy. "

"Pfft, I think you should be shy about introducing your guest to the painting on the wall," Emily chuckled. On one of the walls of the study hung a huge portrait of a ginger cat, half the size of herself.

"Bob was our family's favorite. After his death, my mother ordered this portrait to make it easier to endure the fact that our little friend is gone. I had to fight for this painting to get it here," said the boss proudly, as if he had won a tough battle.

"And weren't you ashamed to take this thing from your mother?"

"In return, I gave her a new cat. One day I'll introduce you to him too."

"Hmm, I'm afraid the acquaintance will not work. I'm allergic to cats."

The boss frowned, "Hmm, this is unpleasant." He scratched his chin as he analyzed the new information. "Oh! Then I will offer you something else!"

Justin took a key from the top drawer of his desk and walked over to the bookcase. He opened the lock on the glass doors and flung them open. "Take a look. I'm sure there is something here that you will like."

The girl went to the shelves and gasped in amazement. "This is the Egyptian Chronicle! All volumes! Where did you get them from?! I hardly found one volume, and it was just number three!"

This series of historical studies was a compelling argument when Kelly suggested replacing her in Pharaoh. By the way, she owes me a book! Remembered Emily.

"Ahaha honey, have you forgotten where your boyfriend works and who his father is?" Evans pulled out the first volume of the collection and handed it to her. "If you want, you can take it for yourself. Here, by the way, you can see the author's autograph."

"Seriously?!" Emily opened the book and saw the familiar handwriting on the first page. She knew the works of this scientist by heart, like her own.

"This is... uhmm... it's... I have no words, how cool it is!" she squealed with happiness and hung on the man, "Thank you very much!"

"You're welcome," Justin kissed her on the nose and put her on the floor. "Okay, you can dig deeper in here, I'll go and set the table."

Emily nodded contentedly and began to look at other books.

Here have been the most famous research papers published by Pharaoh Publishing since its inception.

Scientific activity, which brought fame and success to the founder of the book house, has become the hallmark of the publishing house.

"Mesopotamia, Persia, Sumerian Kingdom, Incas and Aztecs... God, this is amazing!" Emily whispered to herself, running her fingertips over the spines of the books. "Hmm, what is this?"

A thin book was hidden among the thick historical tomes. She pulled it out and froze in confusion.

The book about how to take care of childred aged from zero to three looked shabby, as if the book had been looked through a dozen times.

Emily turned to the first page, scrolled forward a little. Important points were highlighted with a yellow marker. The one who read it did it not just off-the-cuff, but for a practical purpose.

A photograph slipped from behind the pages and fell to the floor. Emily immediately bent down to pick it up.

From the photo, a beautiful girl with dark curly hair was looking at her. She was holding a cake with candles in her hands, in the center of the cake was a heart, and inside were written the letters 'J plus M.'

"Happy Birthday sweetheart. Thank you for always being there for me. Your Mel." The signature was on the back.

And all would be nothing. Everyone has a past. But the date in the photo was a week before Emily met Justin.

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