Blake rapped his knuckles against his daughter's bedroom door. "Emma, honey? Can I come in, please? We have a few things to talk about." He had plenty of practice with pitching his voice and delivery just right to make sure than any ears close enough to hear him registered the sound of a concerned, but calm and patient father. Exactly the kind that a little rebel like Emma Carrington would need. If any of the staff noticed that he the talks in her room or in his tended to take some time, they chalked it up to Blake's dedication to getting through to his daughter.

Well-soundproofed bedrooms helped ensure those assumptions were never questioned.

He'd walked up to this very door in the middle of the night (how many years ago was it now?) to comfort and commiserate with Emma in the wake of her mother Alexis' sudden and melodramatic departure from their lives and home. Neither father or daughter had predicted that moment of sharing would become the night Emma lost her virginity to her father, and the first night of the most thrilling, most satisfying affair of Blake's life.

Blake knocked again, wondering excitedly what waited for him on the other side of that door.