The limousine dropped Micky and Emily off at his mansion late that evening. They carried their luggage up to the door, which was opened by a tall man. “Welcome back, Mr. Dolenz.”
“Thank you, Charles.” Micky set his briefcase down. “Emily, this is my butler, Charles. Charles, this is Emily Cooper.”
“Nice to meet you, Ms. Cooper.” Charles smiled taking her luggage. “I’ll take this upstairs for you.”
“Thank you.” Emily smiled and followed Micky into the living room. It reminded her of a ski lodge with dark wood, a huge fireplace and big, soft furniture. “You have a beautiful house.”
“Thanks.” He smiled and poured them both a drink. “I hope you’ll be comfortable here.”
She sunk down into the couch. “I don’t think that will be a problem.”
He sat down next to her and handed her the glass. “Are you hungry? I’m sure Charles could whip something up for us.”
“No, I’m fine.” She laid her head on his shoulder.
Suddenly, a woman around Emily's age burst through the front door. "Dad!" She squealed running down the steps into the living room.
"Aim!" Micky exclaimed jumping up and throwing his arms around her in a big hug. "How are ya, honey?"
"Good. How are you?" She kissed him on the cheek.
He held his hand out to Emily and brought her to her feet and then casually draped her arm across her shoulders. "I'm terrific." He smiled and kissed her on the temple. "Emily, I want you to meet my daughter, Ami. Ami this is Emily Cooper."
"Hi." Emily said shyly.
"Hi." Ami smiled brightly. "So, you're the girl who's stolen my dad's heart." With that she embraced Emily, not at all what she was expecting.
Emily giggled, hugging her back. "Actually, he stole mine first."
Ami laughed and Micky blushed. "Well, I'll let you two be alone." She turned back to Micky and hugged him. "I just wanted to make sure you got home alright."
"Hey, I'm supposed to be the parent, not you." He laughed.
"There's nothing wrong with a daughter worrying about her old man, is there?" She giggled then looked at Emily. "Maybe tomorrow we could go shopping."
"I'd really like that." Emily replied.
"Great. It was nice meeting you. Good night." She left.
“Will I get to meet your other kids?”
“Someday, I hope. They live with their mom in England.” He sighed then took her hand. “Come on, I’ll give you a tour.”
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They walked through the living room, through the formal dining room and into the kitchen. "This is my kind of kitchen." Emily marveled. It was huge with lots of workspace and a long wood table with benches on each side. They left the kitchen and walked down a long hallway. Micky's office was on the left and it was a mess. On the other side of the hall was a small library overflowing with books. At the end of the hall was a stairway leading down to a small recording studio.
He took her upstairs, which had six bedrooms, plus the master bedroom and a den. "This is your room." Micky said opening a door to a bedroom next to the master bedroom. It was simple but delicate containing a large desk and a full bathroom.
"My room?" Emily said a little disappointed. "I thought I would stay…"
He put his finger to her lips. "Its not to sleep in, silly, its to work in." He took her hand, leading her to the master bedroom. "This is where I want you to sleep." He purred in her ear.
She giggled looking around the room. It was masculine but tastefully done in maroons and dark wood. There was also a full bathroom with a sunken tub and shower stall. "This is definitely where I want to sleep." She yawned, not realizing how tired she was. But, after all, it had been a long exciting day.
Micky wrapped his arms around her engaging her in a long sensual kiss. They undressed and got under the thick comforter, falling asleep almost instantly in each other's arms.
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Emily woke up the next morning and looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It was 10:30 and she couldn't believe she had slept so late. She got out of bed and put on the button down shirt Micky had worn the day before. It hung down almost to her knees and she had to roll the sleeves up, but it also smelled like him, making her smile. She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth and hair then made her way downstairs to the kitchen. Micky was sitting at the long table reading the morning paper. "Morning." Emily said sleepily.
"There's coffee." He put down the newspaper. "Hey, that's my shirt." He laughed.
She poured herself a cup of coffee. "I know." She giggled peering at him over the coffee cup. He looked amazing in tight black jeans and a white tee shirt.
"It looks better on you." He got up and walked over to where she was standing. “Morning." He took the cup out of her hands and set it down on the counter. "Of course, it would look much better in a ball on the floor." He leaned down and kissed her softly at first, barely touching his lips with his own.
That kiss flowed into a series of hot kisses. He reached down and ran his hand up her bare thigh. They were interrupted by someone clearing her throat and looked over breathless and embarrassed at Ami standing in the doorway. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." She giggled.
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