Emma's POV

I looked at my wrist watch again. It was one in the morning and I was becoming sleepy but the entertainment was amazing. Celine Dion was performing her hits, and I loved me some Celine.  

"Enjoying yourself?" Ethan asked, moving closer to me. 

We were alone in his private booth, which had the best view in the place, with comfortable seats and cooling units.

"Yes, I am," I said, yawning.

"You're sleepy baby," he said, hugging me and laying me on his lap like a baby. He rubbed my back softly.

"Stop. You're gonna make me fall asleep if you continue to do that," I told him, removing...