His plan was to get out of the house as quickly as possible. He had to get away from the girl. Not only did he lust for her blood, but her body too. Had he not come to his senses last night, he might have taken things too far. He paused in the hallway. Thinking like that could only bring him grief. It would be best to get the job done quickly and get the hell out of there. He would drop her off at work. Beau could keep an eye on her there while Marcus took care of a few things in town. Emily passed by the doorway, readying herself for work no doubt. She’d left her hair down to frame her face and wore a pair of black cropped pants with a fluttery white blouse. The only thing he saw wrong with the outfit was the lime green flip-flops she wore. Didn’t the woman own a single pair of pumps? He'd love to see those long, lithe legs in a pair of fuck-me heels. On his way in, he’d spied two gallons of paint in the living room.
