Not sure about this one lol

Emily keeps a loose grip on my hand until we reach her car—that means two corridors, a flight of stairs and a trek through the large parking garage. It's not uncomfortable or unpleasant, but I notice my heartbeat start to race a bit and I hope my palms don't become sweaty. She has really soft hands, smaller than mine, and chipped red nail polish that almost matches her hair.

I allow myself to be pulled along because I like the feel of her hand in mine, and because I'm trying to make the effort to not piss her off again. Friendship will lead to trust which will, in turn, lead to clues and information about the case. Yes, I've come to realize that I will have to get very, very close to Emily in order to complete this assignment. I mean, other people would be involved maybe, and the wrongdoings of the company might not extend to her control...

But still...it would be very wise for me to form a close bond with her. I wouldn't be doing a good job if I wasn't getting close to the management.

"What are you so deep in thought about?" Emily asks, elbowing me in the stomach.

"Ow!" I yell, "That hurt!"

"Did not, you big baby," Emily retorts, elbowing me again, even harder. "You can take it."

Before I can come up with a scathing response, I see her opening my door for me. Aww, such a gentleman. Sort of.

"Get in the car!" she shouts with fake aggravation, poking me in the same spot yet again, "Geez woman, do I have to make you!"

Even though she's joking and I find it rather cute and amusing, I don't want her to operate under the delusion that she is in control when I am the real puppet master. Obviously. I whirl around, putting my hands on her shoulders. She inhales sharply.

"How would you feel if I pushed you up against the car?" With just a little shove, she's pressed up against the rear door, my body almost touching hers, my face only inches away from eager brown eyes and suddenly moistened lips.

"No," I answer for her, watching as her eyes dart to my own lips. She leans forward, gets a tiny bit closer, and I can feel her breath on my cheeks.

Before she can do anything that either of us would regret, I slide into the passenger seat and slam the door shut. Fuck. She doesn't move for a few seconds. When she eventually does get in the car, I can hear her breathing, shallow and labored. The air is thick with tension—we both know that we're going into dangerous territory. We don't say anything for a while, not when she starts the car up, not when we leave the parking lot, and not when we turn onto to the road that shall henceforth be called 'the road that never fucking ends."

"You poked me in the appendix," I say finally, "And you probably gave me a bruise." What a lame attempt at conversation.

She smiles though, and some of the tension dissipates. "I wasn't aware that you possessed the ability to fell your appendix."

"Some of us are more in tune with our bodies," I retort haughtily, folding my arms.

"Hmm..I would respect that more if I had been poking you in your right side. You know, where the appendix actually is."

"Maybe I have a condition where my organs are reversed!"

Emily scoffs, "If you had such a condition, you would know what it's called, wouldn't you?"

"I do! It's um...situs oppisitus."

"You're close, I think. It's situs inversus, if I'm not mistaken."

"Emily, had the hell did you know that?"

"I took Latin!" she replies, sounding rather smug. "And there was an article in the paper recently about someone who had it. I imagine that's where you got your start from."

I shrug noncommittally, "Doesn't mean anything."

Emily grins at this, and reaches her hand out, placing it over my now-racing heart.

"You're groping me," I point out, not minding it in the least.

"I can feel your heart beating," Emily says, voice a little lower and huskier than normal. She keeps her hand over my chest for a moment more, seeming to enjoy my reaction. Her hands trails up to my neck, rubbing along my collar bone. She watches me carefully, grinning smugly as I shiver slightly.

"Okay, you caught me," I say, trying to sound indignant, but really tripping over my words, "So you can remove your hand, if you don't plan on groping me any more."

"And if I do plan on groping you?" she asks, smiling when I inhale sharply. But then she laughs and slides her hand down briefly, copping a feel, before returning both hands to the wheel.

"We get into the weirdest conversations," I tell her.

"Yeah, well weird stuff starts happening to people when they enter this industry. We're almost there."

"Oh." Yay, I can barely contain my enthusiasm.

"Do you not like the doctor?"

"Not really."

"Well you might like this one."

"I doubt it."

Emily shrugs, "She's a really nice lady, kinda. Very efficient, discreet, charges reasonable prices. We go the private treatment route, obviously. No NHS nonsense."

"Oh," I say, pretending to sound interested. I don't care what she says, I'm gonna hate this lady as much as any of the other doctors I've seen. They're very handsy, doctors. Nosy, too. I mean, I understand that it's their job, but usually I don't let people see me without my clothes until after several dates. And the unsolicited advice. Very annoying.

"We used to date," Emily says in an even voice, facing directly ahead, though I can see her eyes dart over to see what my reaction is.

"Really? What happened?"

Emily chuckles, "It was only one date actually. She kept asking me out, and she's charming and attractive, so I eventually caved. It went terribly—she just kept talking about herself and how successful she was, and telling me that I could do better than porn. And she tried to get me to sleep with her because she thought I just had to be a slut due to my profession."

I can't deny the happiness that fills me at the thought of Emily on a bad date, the opposite of the sinking feeling in my gut that struck me when she first mentioned it.

"What an idiot. Even I would not fuck up a first date. How did it not mess up your work relationship?"

She shrugs again, "It kinda did. She thought it went great. Some people confuse disinterest with 'hard to get'. Last time I told her I was dating someone, but I dunno if she believes me."

"Well I'll make sure to be extra uptight and needy. To make it a little better."

"How would that help me?"

I laugh, "Oh it wouldn't help you. I already dislike this bitch for not treating you right."

Emily smiles at this, and hesitantly reaches out for my hand. She squeezes it tightly for a second, and releases far to soon for my liking. "We're here."

It goes by quicker than I thought it would. I don't have any infections, I know that. I haven't slept with anyone in ages, and I got everything checked out recently too. It was a bit awkward with all of the other employees milling about. The porn stars stand out from everyone else—blonde, implants, fake tans. Gross, really. I would much prefer a more natural girl, hopefully one with a little bit of substance. As if on cue, Emily pops out of the office. She went last, so hopefully we're all done with this last bit of medical stuff and we can proceed into our bizarre office picnic.

Emily walks over to me, looking a bit concerned. "Dr. Nathans requested to see you."

"What? Why? And who is Dr. Nathans?"

"She's the one I mentioned earlier. She looked at your medical history and said you needed to see her immediately. She's in the door over there."

"Oh. Well don't make everyone wait for me. Just go ahead and start without me."

She nods, then rushes out in a blur, "Idon'twanttoleaveyouallalone."

"What?"

"I don't want to leave you all alone," she repeats, "She didn't say how serious it was."

"Fuck. Could you send the rest of them away?"

I can feel my anxiety rising as I push the door open. Then I realize that 'Naomi Smith' has a completely different medical record than I do, and feel an instant hit of relief. But my relief is short-lived.

"Hello, Naomi."

I can recognize that smug, bitchy voice anywhere. "Hi, Olivia," I spit out, "Or is it Dr Nathans now?"

The blonde beauty in front of me smiles, exposing her horrible smile. It has far too many teeth to be a normal smile. She looks like she could literally bite my head off. I suppose some introduction is in order. Olivia Nathans is an old friend. And by friend, I mean an infernal acquaintance that I can never seem to get rid of. We used to live next door to each other, which meant we spent a lot of time together. Neither of us really enjoyed it. Well maybe she did, she is a complete bitch and loved putting me down at every opportunity. Being a few years older, she reached every milestone before I did, and did it better. And just when I thought I had ditched her forever, she appears again.

"Yes, I suppose I am Dr Nathans now. I did go to medical school!" she chortles, sounding far too pleased with herself. "What did you end up doing? Oops, silly me. I know the answer! I really think you could have done better than porn, Naomi. Rather low-class, isn't it?"

"I work at a reputable establishment that pays well. I don't think class has anything to do with it."

She snorts, "Yes, yes. I'm not judging, of course. You know that I have your best interests in mind."

Like hell you do. I nod, plastering on the fakest smile I can force. "I know."

"I could probably get you a position sorting mail or something," she offers, "I know that you can't be happy where you are. I mean, you did use an alias. 'Naomi Smith', how clever. Nice touch with the hair too."

"That is so kind of you. I wouldn't want to put you out, though." Ugh, I can barely get the words out of my mouth.

"Oh, you wouldn't," she assures me, "Then we could see each other every day! Plus, you might be able to score me some points with your boss."

I play dumb, "Gordon?"

"No, the hot redhead, Emily." She gets a far-off look, and I can tell she's totally perving! She's imagining Emily naked or something! They're probably naked together, laughing at me in her fantasy. I feel my blood begin to boil. I hate this bitch so fucking much. "Oh, she's at the door. Can I let her in?"

Olivia doesn't wait for an answer, just opens the door and welcomes Emily in. With a hug that stretches on and on. I see Emily begin to squirm again, sending me a 'HELP ME' with her eyes. Dr. Bitchypants finally lets go, staring at Emily likes she's a really tasty steak.

"Is Naomi okay?" Emily asks, sounding genuinely worried.

"Oh yes," Olivia says, "We're old friends."

"Yep," I agree, "Very close friends."

"So Emily," Olivia says, trying to sound seductive, "what do you think about dinner between the two of us?"

"Oh no! I will be busy then!" Emily squeaks out, voice gone high with fear.

"I didn't specify a date."

"Um...well, like I told you last time, I'm seeing someone."

Olivia's permasmile trembles slightly, "Still?" She sounds annoyed. "You didn't report any sexual activity in the past month."

Emily and I both stare at her now. Um...awkward? I also smile slightly to myself. "Well, Olivia, I don't think I should date my doctor anyway...and also, she was away on a business trip."

"I don't see any reason why we can't play while the cat is away."

Emily looks disturbed. "I would never cheat."

Before Olivia can say anything else in her stupid smarmy voice, I tell her, "And she's back now. Because she's me."

Both Emily and Olivia look at me as if I've sprouted another head. "I-I am Emily's girlfriend."

"Really?" Olivia asks disbelievingly, "You'reher girlfriend?"

"Me," I respond proudly, wrapping an arm around Emily. Emily relaxes into my body a bit, and I smirk at Olivia. I've just won my first point in the competition that began when I was five and the Nathans family moved in next door. She looking between Emily and I suspiciously, and I'm aware that there are probably tons of holes in our new story, and I know that Olivia is smart enough to put everything together. So while I still can, I decide to kiss Emily. Y'know, for the story. I meet Emily's eyes, silently asking her for permission. Her only answer is a smile, eyes glinting brightly. It's nothing like a first kiss is supposed to be. No awkwardness, no faces bumping clumsily, no gross guy trying to stick his tongue down my throat. It just feels natural, the sensation of Emily's lips on mine, like this is what should happen and the universe is okay with it.

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EDIT: I don't know why the formatting got messed up :/