Hi guys. I just want to thank you all, you've been very generous on the reviews in the last chapter. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, I'm not entirely sure on what will happen to this but I'm taking it one chapter at a time. This chapter's shorter than the rest but I hope you enjoy. (^_^)

Naomi's POV

I sat behind my desk in my office, nursing a serious migraine. It's shit day at work and the pressure of today's building up on me. One of the articles supposed to be published this week have a discrepancy on the fact checking department. They got one date wrong. Jesus, now they have to pull out the issues already printed.

Everybody had been hauled in the newsroom and got another fucking lecture from Michael I've heard at least 9 times already. Are you fucking kidding me? One person fucks up and everyone got reprimanded. Garth, the guy who made the mistake, was apologizing profusely the whole morning. It took all my willpower not to snap at him and tell him to shut the fuck up. Committing error on your details is the worse a journalist could do. You might as well quit and write fiction if you can't get your fucking facts straight.

I leaned back on my chair, rubbing at my temples. It had been two hours since we're called in the conference room, I've edited two articles from the interns since then. Garth's stupidity, articles peppered with unnecessary commas and no coffee this morning added up to the stubborn pounding in my head.

It's been a week since Freddie and Effy's wedding. They're still on their honeymoon in Brazil and I went back to my old routine on going to work at 10am, editing, copy-reading, writing, dealing with writers. Boring stuff.

I haven't seen Emily since that night. Emily Fitch. Flaring red hair, warm brown eyes and deep husky voice. That's been pretty much what's going through my head the past six days.

After talking to JJ, Emily followed Cook and I to the bar where we already downed two shots of vodka each. Emily had a couple of shots before Cook led her to the dance floor for a dance, followed by JJ later. None for me I'm afraid.

We spent the night chatting, drinking, laughing at Cook's ridiculousness. Just having fun. Fun. Huh, I haven't done that for a while. But with the presence of that redhead, there's no other way but to have fun.

On the short amount of time I spent with her, I learned that Emily's a warm person, basically the opposite of me. It was refreshing to see how she listens attentively at JJ's ramblings or how she puts up with Cook's indecency. She's care- free and up to everything thrown her way. So when Cook found out that she's into girls and started asking some uncomfortable questions, she didn't get pissed at him, answering the less lewd stuff.

"So Emilio, girls are better than boys huh?" he asked on his fourth shot of vodka. I was on my fourth too, Emily on her second.

Emily smirked, taking her time to answer the question. I waited silently for her response. "I've been with two guys my entire life. Twice is enough thank you," she simply said.

"I could attempt to change your opinion on that, what you say?" Cook asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

I was ready to slap him over the head for taking it too far but Emily just laughed. "Sorry Cook, you're handsome and all but just not my type."

"Ah, but when you change your mind, call Cookie alright?" he asked rather hopefully.

"You got it. But not in this lifetime I'm afraid."

Emily's passionate on her work. When she talks about it, there's a glow in her eyes similar when other talks about their significant other. It makes me jealous in a way. What the fuck, jealous? Get a grip Naomi.

By the end of the night, I knew she had charmed Cook and JJ. Well yeah, admittedly, me too. Yes, Jesus why does she have to be so irresistible? She did not get thrown off by my snarky remarks. She used it to be more endearing instead, answering me with humor without skipping a beat.

It's a shame how my time with her was cut short. She had to leave early, said she has commitments early in the morning.

"I'll wait for your call Emily. Thanks for considering it," JJ said before she left. I furrowed my eyebrows. Wow, did JJ asked her out? No fucking way.

"Yes JJ, I'll think about it," she smiled kissing him on the cheek. Whoa boy, but I thought she was gay?

"How about a hug for Cookie before you leave?" Cook opened his arms.

Emily smiled and walked over, Cook enveloping her to a bone- crushing hug. When she broke away, she looked at me.

"Goodbye Naomi." The hint of shyness in her voice plus those brown eyes' burning intensity bearing on me made my stomach flutter.

I cleared my throat and snapped out my vodka- dazed head. "I… yes, goodbye."

Then she was gone. No hugs and kisses for you Campbell. I didn't ask for her number or I don't know, anything to assure I'd see her again. Nothing. Stupid fucking brain not functioning properly at that time.

I later find out JJ offered her a job. Thank fucking Christ. Since then I was waiting for her to drop by, or something. But no such luck.

I should get coffee and a fag soon or I'll turn into a proper grumpy bitch I usually get. Just ten more minutes of solitude then I'll fuck off, I decided.

My plan was rudely interrupted when I hear a tentative knock on my office door. I fucking swear if that's Garth, I'll rip his throat out and stuff his body on my filing cabinet.

"Come in!" I called out, trying to get all the irritations from today off my voice but failing miserably.

I had my eyes closed while still massaging my temples when I heard the person who dared to come in. No, it wasn't Garth. It was someone better. Way fucking better.

"Hi."

I froze. It's that delicious sexy husky voice I'll never get tired listening to.

I abruptly snapped my head up to meet her face. My breath hitched to see the familiar vibrant red hair and that face that speaks nothing but warmth. I probably looked shit because her smile turned into a frown when she saw me. "Is this bad timing? I'm sorry I can leave if you want," her voice apologetic.

"No!" I said louder than necessary, it startled both of us. I scrunched my face. "I mean… it's fine." She's wearing a light blue skirt that I could see her bare legs from the knees down. Jesus too much exposed skin. Her shirt's a darker shade of blue and she has a red cardigan over it. Too cute. "Sit down." I gestured on the chair in front of my desk. "Please."

"Okay," she said, taking a seat. "Not a good day at work?"

I sighed and leaned back on my chair. "Yes. Pretty shitty to be honest." Wait, I shouldn't be whining to her about my shit day. "But it's not important, what are you doing here?" I asked even though I already know the answer. "Took your stalking skills to a new level?"

She laughed and I swear the fog in my head dispersed. "No. I went to see JJ actually," she said, quirking an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I've heard that before," I said pretending to look bored. "That's in line with, I was in the neighborhood and I thought of dropping by, and I didn't know you also work here, what a coincidence."

She rolled her eyes at me but smiled afterwards."You know a lot of stuff about stalkers Naomi. Were you a stalker before?"

"Okay, you got me. Congratulations you've caught on." We smiled at each other, enjoying our playful banter. "What did you see him about?"

"Who?"

"JJ. What did you see him about?"

"Oh." She gave her head a little shake. "It's about the job he offered."

I feigned mild surprise. "Oh I see… and?"

Emily darts her tongue out to wet her lips, thinking about my question. I noticed it's a habit of hers I'm growing to like. "I… I didn't take it," shaking her head in reply.

"No?" Oh. That's a bit… disappointing. "May I ask why?" I unconsciously moved myself forward, leaning toward the desk. Closer to Emily.

Emily took out a deep breath before answering. "It's not that the offer wasn't appealing. JJ offered my a great deal, financially wise, that is. But I'd rather stick to freelancing, is all. I liked that I wasn't limited to one scope of project." She looked sheepish while she was saying it. "JJ was being really nice about it, I'd feel guilty if I told him over the phone so I came over."

"I see," was my contribution to the conversation.

"Of course I wanted to see you too," she said after. There was no shyness in the admission. Her voice was full of conviction and it made me blush. Furiously. It takes a lot of effort to make Naomi Campbell blush. Emily's pure honesty throws me off, she's not shy to speak her mind. I find it endearing, and rather sexy.

"Well um… er…" I stuttered in reply. Illiterate twat. Emily seems to enjoy my moment of shock because she was just sitting there, smiling broadly and being adorable. I cleared my throat. "You vindictively done that in purpose," I accused her.

"No I didn't."

"Did too."

"Did not."

I leaned back on my chair, watching her smirk away her moment of victory. "I suppose it's nice to see you too," I said plainly running my hands over the armrest of my office chair. "Now you've seen me, what are you gonna do about it?"

She quirked her eyebrows and brought her left wrist up, looking at her purple watch. "Well my watch says it's almost 2pm, and I was wondering if you want to grab lunch? With me of course." She dropped her hand back to her lap and look expectantly at me.

I wouldn't say no for the life of me, but I'm not gonna give in that instantly. "Hmm, I don't know. What's the magic word?"

"Lesbian?"

I chocked on my laughter. Emily snickered. "You're lame."

"Sorry, I thought you meant that magic word," she said, trace of smile's still on her lips. "Would you like to grab lunch with me Naomi. Please?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"Where you're taking me to lunch."

She bit her lip and seemed to be thinking hard about it. "Fancy Italian?"

"Never been with an Italian but Freddie's Italian and well, he's hot. Don't tell Effy I told you that."

"I meant Italian cuisine Naomi," she said pointedly.

"Oh. Italian cuisine seems alright."

"But you still think Freddie's hot."

"Yes I do."

"I couldn't deny you that. My friend runs an Italian restaurant just near here, how about it?"

"Alright," I said as I stand up. Emily stood from her chair and waited for me to put my stuff in a purse.

"Let me clarify something though," I said as I shut the clasp of my purse and walking around the table.

"Clarify away."

"This is not a date."

"Call it all you want, you're having lunch with me and that's all that matter."

A faint blush crept up on me again. "You're smooth talker aren't you, Emily Fitch?"

"I try." She held my office door open. "After you ma'am," she said cheekily. I smiled at her and went out the door, Emily following me seconds later.

All stress from today disappeared. Turned out coffee and cigarette is not the best way in relieving my stress. It just takes one redhead to get on the day.

I know a lot of you wanted Emily to take the job. That was my initial plan but when I started writing it, it didn't feel quite right. I hope you can forgive me. :3 Reviews please? I'll be delighted to hear from you.

p.s. in case you were wondering, Naomi sang You and I by Lady Gaga during the wedding.

Next chapter, I'll tell you about how the lunch went down on Emily's POV. See you soon!