It was mid-afternoon when Emma made her way back to the apartment.  She was wearing a black tank top and a pair of tight jeans that hugged her curves in all the right places, and a pair of flip flops on her perfectly pedicured toes.  Emma had been working down at the small studio she leased from the guy who also owned the gallery she worked at.  And for the past several weeks, she had been working on a painting – the first serious piece of work she’d started in a long time.  Edouard, the gallery owner, had told Emma she was talented and wanted to see more from her.  And Emma was working as hard as she could, trying to finish the painting she had poured so much of herself into over the past few weeks.<br/><br/>That afternoon, however, Emma needed a break.  She headed back towards home, pausing to wave at her best friend Isabelle through the window of her cupcake boutique on the first floor of their building.  The line was, as always, around the block.  Business seemed to be quite good for Isabelle, and Emma couldn’t be happier for her best friend.  Emma passed around to the rear of the building and half-running, half-walking up the steps to the spacious apartment that she and Isabelle shared with Scott.<br/>Ahhh… Scott… the sexy fireman Scott.  Emma had no idea whether or not he’d be home when she pushed open the door, but the question in her mind was soon answered when she stepped into the kitchen, seeing him shirtless and in jeans with a cupcake in one hand, a tall glass of milk in the other and a sheepish grin on his face.<br/><br/>“Raiding Isabelle’s stock again, eh?” Emma said, winking at him playfully.<br/>