Chapter 409

Zoë grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the group. Emma hung back as Zoë used a couple of strategically placed elbows to get them closer to the object of everyone’s attention. Zoë pulled Emma roughly and she lost her footing, literally falling into the lap of a guy sitting at the bar. “Oh god,” She said, scrambling to her feet, her cheeks burning. “I’m so sorry.” The man looked at her and smiled. “You can fall in my lap anytime,” he said with a wink. Emma suppressed a grimace. Please don’t let this be Jonathon Ashby she prayed silently. “My name’s Jonathon,” he said, holding out his hand for her to shake. “Jonathon Ashby.” Fuck, Emma thought to herself while she took his hand and shook it. “And you are?” He raised an eyebrow in question. “Emma,” she said. “Emma Camilleri.” “Nice to meet you, Emma,” Jonathon said. “That’s a lovely name.” “Thanks,” she said, feeling completely out of her depth. Here was the guy she had been stalking for months and she didn’t know what to say to him.