“It looks like our Pumas’ QB Chris Carrington has a new woman in his life,” the sportscaster reported. “And she’s not his usual type.”
They cut to a picture of Chris and Emma in his car, outside the restaurant they had been at yesterday. Then another picture of them at Venice Beach came up.
“After dating a slew of models and cheerleaders, it seems Carrington has finally settled on a woman who is neither. Not much is known about her but they have been seen around town together, holding hands, hugging, and kissing. His publicist had no comment about this new love interest except that they would like to be left alone. Somehow I don’t think that will happen.”
She forced herself to look at him. His face seemed to be set in granite. Was he mad about the publicity? Did he now regret their relationship?
He finally looked away from the TV and at her. He smiled reassuringly. “It’s going to be ok baby girl,” he told her. “They’ll lose interest soon enough.”
“You think so?”
“I know so. I’m not that big a celebrity who people care all that much about.”
“Yes you are,” she disagreed. “Do you want to stop … being together?”
“No,” he said quickly. “Why would you ask that Emma? I don’t care what the public has to say about us. I don’t want you to either. Ok?”
“I’m going to go start your bath.”
She got up from his lap and followed him to the master bedroom. As she sat on the bed and he filled the tub with hot water, her thoughts wandered back to the news segment. They hadn’t said anything judgmental about their relationship. Probably because they still didn’t know anything about her.
As the water flowed, Chris got dressed. She watched the way his muscles bunched and rippled as he moved. He came to stand in front of her, holding out his hand. She put her hand in his and let him lead her to the bathroom. He helped her into the tub that was full of bubbles. Moaning as she sunk into the steaming hot water, she felt her sore muscles relax.
He crouched down beside her, grinning. She leaned forward and kissed him. It felt so good to be comfortable enough to kiss him whenever she wanted.
“Remember to take a nap this morning,” he reminded her. “I want you well rested for when I come back.”
His lascivious grin made her shiver with anticipation.
“I love you,” he said full of emotion.
“I love you too.”
He kissed her on the forehead and then left for practice.
When the water went lukewarm, Emma got out of the tub. She wrapped herself up in a fluffy towel and sat down at the kitchen table with her laptop. Checking her email, she found her inbox full but none of the email addresses were familiar. She opened the top one and gasped.
YOU BITCH! WHO DO U THINK U R? YUR UGLY N FAT! CHRIS DESERVES SOOO MUCH MORE THAN U! U SHOULD KILL URSELF!
Reading the next one made her cry. She closed the laptop without signing out of her email server.
How could people be so cruel, she thought? She had never done anything to them. Yet they now wished her harm because she was with Chris. What would they think when they found out they were brother and sister?
“Oh God,” she whispered fearfully. Anxiety threatened to overwhelm her.
Her cellphone pinged. She went to search for it. Finding it she slid her finger across the screen. Chris had texted her.
Hey baby girl. Thinking about u. How was ur soak?
Good, she managed to type in with shaking fingers.
Can’t stop thinking about u in all those bubbles. Want 2 go searching 4 ur pretty pussy underneath those bubbles.
Emma smiled through her tears. He was too good for her.
Get 2 bed. U need ur rest. I’ll b there in a couple hours.
She tossed her towel into the hamper and got under the covers of the bed. Her mind whirled with thoughts of how she would get through all the vitriol from Chris’ fans. They had somehow found out her identity. It wouldn’t be long before they realized who she was to Chris.
She fell into an uneasy sleep.