Emily and Steve Part 8

I didn't even see it coming. I should have. I should have known that life just can't work out exactly like you would expect. Instead it has to throw you curve balls, put you back on your heels, and then put the next one on your chin.

The first few months after Emily moved in, things were going great. Emily became more and more comfortable going out in public, and we were soon going out to restaurants and clubs on a regular basis. I think the event that really pushed it for Emily was when we ran into my boss Glen and his "personal assistant" Rita out at a restaurant one night. They were sitting at a dark table in the back, trying to be discrete about their relationship, which was laughable because everyone in the office knew.

"We should go over and say hi," I said, a twinkle in my eye.

"No, let's not bother them," Emily said, but I knew she was just saying that because she was afraid they would recognize immediately that she was Mike from the office. I grabbed Emily by the hand, and started to pull her over. First, I knew they wouldn't be able to tell. At best they would guess that Emily was somehow related to Mike due to the similar features, but they would never guess that Emily and Mike were the same person.

The second reason was I hated my boss, and wanted to see the little ass squirm getting caught with his assistant.

I walked right up to the table and looked at my boss.

"Hello Glen. Hello Rita. Good to see you out tonight." Glen froze, his hand stuck in place on Rita's thigh, where he had been stroking it. "Going over some figures from the office, I see," I said, gesturing with my head to Glen's hand. Glen turned about 40 different shades of red.

Rita, surprisingly, looked happy to see us. "Hello Steve," she said. "Who is your friend?"

"This is Emily." I pulled Emily forward closer to the table. She barely looked up, and mumbled something.

"Nice to met you, Emily," Rita said. Glen, still shell-shocked, just made a gurgling sound.