Emmanuelle couldn't explain it, she woke up thinking about him, she couldn't do anything without having Sam an ever constant presence in her mind. She must have been going mad, she was dropping her guard down, she was even being cordial to Fredrick. Everything was so mixed up and so confusing and she couldn't explain any of it. One moment she was trying to contain herself and play it out nice and slow with Sam and the next moment she was inviting him over to do only God knows what!
"ce qui sont vous faisant?!" What are you doing?! she said to herself as she stared at herself in the mirror of the bathroom. Running slender fingers through her brown curls she swallowed slightly. This wasn't normal, but yet... she felt it had to be done. There were feelings for Sam that she knew she felt, that she kept contained most of the time but for some reason she just felt confident that this was okay for her. That she would be safe with him, and that he wouldn't hurt her.
Blue eyes studied her reflection as she began to wonder why she was wearing that red dress. What possessed her to put on that dress? The last time she wore that dress -- well, no matter. She didn't have time to change now considering the knock on the door grabbed her attention. Darting down the stairs a little faster than normal, fingers grasped the door knob as her mind raced with reconsideration. However, no matter how much her mind attempted to protest this, Emmanuelle found herself opening the door. Her breath was caught in her chest as she saw Sam. Blue eyes looking him over carefully as a smile curled on her lips.
"Sam...." She said practically breathlessly. The fact that he showed up made her absolutely giddy. That coy smile broadened as she stepped aside to allow him in.