Emma's looks. Goodness, surgically enhanced was one way of putting it. Emma was proud of her body, she was proud of what her money could get her - the best body. Emma went from scrawny average, to bombshell, drop-dead gorgeous. How could she complain? Her attitude could probably use a bit of an adjustment, but most of the time she wrote it off as being a strong-headed woman. She knew what she wanted, and she knew how to get it.
"I could," She replied rather bluntly, icy blue gaze studying him. "Are you sure that's what you want?" It was one thing to wipe someone's memory of a single experience, but this was seven years. That's two thousand five hundred fifty-five days that Emma would have to shuffle through, and make sure that she wasn't erasing vital information. Tapping her chin thoughtfully, Emma nodded. It was doable, it just wasn't going to be something that could happen overnight.
"You do understand, that if I erase seven years of memories, there runs the risk that some things that you don't want to forget will be forgotten." Arching a finely sculpted brow, Emma couldn't fathom wanting to erase memories like that. No matter how painful an experience was, she wanted to remember it all. After all, wasn't that what builds character? Isn't that makes a person and helps them grow and mature?
"What happened in those seven years that you want to forget so badly?" Tilting her head to the side, Emma's smile was anything but kind and sincere. She was analyzing him, studying him and wanting to hear him retell it using his own words and not those from his thoughts.